Tear off the top layer of skin
And beneath you will find...
Solemn tides bring suspicions
To the harbors in my eyes...
I've taken your hits for 2 years.
I can't take it anymore...
Coated concrete gray skies hover overhead
this somber atmosphere, as silence cloaks...
Will you still love me tomorrow?(Nove - Otto)
Years welcome with wrinkled embrace...
Forgotten (Constanza)
If by-chance destiny betray...
I saw the girl I used to be in the mirror this...
The girl filled with glee, not ecstasy...
She sits at
a tilt...
The bruises, they fade,
But the pain is the same...
Whoever made that
"Sticks and stones" parable...
There's so much of the sea that we haven't...
So much, that contains so many different lifeforms...
She lights another cigarette
As the smoke fades...