"Blessed are the forgetful because they face twice with the same stone"Those are the two sentences that you repeat me every day
I remember when I was yout teacher and you, made me believe you did not know
I was five years old, obviously I believe everythings.
our trips, the flowers of every saturday
and the ice cream and the delicacy, the secrets.. spoons of secrets
and now I see you so bad, with with many wounds in your arms
with a difficult breath trying to stand up and make smile
Don't leave me please, I'm not ready yet :C
