
Displays
black wings the angel of death
dreams dreamed yourself
goes with the lightness of one who lacks
of emergency who knows that his show has just begun.
Born in a storm of wasted years
In the acrimony of the last true
At the sound of inevitability
anyone in the destination Nobody can deny
elusive
comes against an old
The old man has eyes
But you know who is front and cries.
cries without tears, with groans of asthma
Time goes and comes from the old.
to the angel does not mind walking
It passes the abyss of despair Feel
covenants, guitars, shrouds
Attachments that fit with the idea of \u200b\u200bbringing
other things that are not final Illusions
homes warm wisdom
Mirages
born posterity lethal
angel was born and killed
life never was, there was never a hint
leniency in his eyes not yet
automaton is the look that does not feel the look is
frozen gaze disturbs
The look that breaks all
is hatred is hatred is hatred
On each of those delivered to his hand.
Photo: Blondie by Captain for "Friday's Girls"
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