In the dress of dreams,I walk toward the altar of disillusion.On my head, the veil of innocenceon my feet, the shoes of confusion.
Veil of innocence
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With eyes from afar.
My eyes are weighed down by too much mascara. My conscience feels like a Sisyphean stone. The thermometer of patience burns furiously. I love you more When I don’t have you near.
O Dreamy Creature
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
If you did not know
If you did not know that He is watching you, If you were not certain of the breathing of the stars Behind the great clouds, If you did not hear His waiting smile Behind…