to Starosta, the idiot.

pearljam_argpearljam_arg Posts: 10
edited November 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Mouths of the air, of the sea
drink the salt of this light
itself
now eat in the eternity

something is gonna drawn
in this ardor and in this fever of who waits
in front of awaken
let's get out of here..

Don't cry anymore, im not cold anymore
don't believe that there's no darkness anymore
you only have to understand her

It's like spring light
It's like spring light

High tides from the sun
fill their mouths with him
the idiot
there's nothing i can do for him now

He will burn watching the sun
and this is the history of the one who waits
to awake
let's get out of here.






Spinetta
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