Y xq no? Written pages pass the second and
it's time I open my eyes and I'm looking out
x but nothing you see is what was
and rare,
these streets and people have not changed,
are the same places but do not see the same
are losing their color, their nuances, the details
me, I'm off the streets
xo I still keep the memory and experience that
is the essence, as
down with Aaron and Fernando
and always a stone in his hand and pulling
burst, while my enemy
false friend to me
imprisoned as an hourglass
xo I fled as smoke
stop time, and I
shelter, gazebo, studio, anywhere secure.
And the wind that brings me
me and my colleagues
this
we live together we forget the past
clubs and in the future, we will continue to smoke
that blows everywhere
forming a tag surrounded by my brothers. THE
time and my experiences have shaped me
me sitting on a bench,
am the accused and the witness
and the judge in this Judgement,
my conscience, which has already signed
sentence is long and extensive asiq be patient.
happens torment you after you frequent
these parties then you are the typical questions you get closer and
What kind of people you hang out? Your
birds of a feather flock together
not my fault, are
only a few are chosen which are included in a closed circle
formed
x colleagues from all sides xo
considered not friends but brothers,
the I count on the fingers of one hand
keep that clear. They
as I always look better,
sailing in a sea of \u200b\u200bmixed feelings faced
to sign any contract that will become a slave
having to
aside everything they have dreamed.
