martes, 27 de julio de 2010

A dream


Every dream I dreamt it was never dream
Colored by silence, a whispering silence
With eye of crow, with teeth of dust
Everything with blood, with mood
No moon, neither stars... blindness
My skin, my hours disappears
Cold image of solitude
Every dream I dreamt it was a dream... but not my dream.

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