Lletres:
Indian Fall Dreams Are Followed

more lightly I see The more I can?t understand myself Shadows of my dreaming Still burning in my head They are coming for you my friend -Are coming until the end- They are

executioner's guillotine who are shackled there with dread and can only escape into their heads to find peace in the form of a dream 'cause take away

my eyes but then I did The night is falling on the moist palms Of children too weak to bear it's weight The stars are visibly breathing In fact they