fede rica

Tu farfalla dalle ali d.argento,
cosa ci fai qui dentro?
Qui il prato non e profumato
trovi solo ferro e cemento.
E ora che hai visto il mio tormento
apri le ali verso il vento,
e se incontra della gente
dille che sono nato buono ed innocente!

(You, butterflz with silver wings,
what are you doing here ?
Here the grass is not fragrant.
Only iron and cement
and now that you have seen my misery,
open your wings into the wind
and if you meet people tell them that i was born good and innocent)



Ee8652200221008498710

We are only 4 words away.
Her hair does not change.
Propably She will be more beautiful on the funeral. I am the fun in funeral.
I like to idealize

My.music is silence - a rhythm. Your tounge cannot even flex on that.
But there is a free entrace.

Reevalueate Your thoughts and words once.more
Once.again bored from suffering.
Meditate with the bass. Soul gravitation. Im more alive than your dreams can generate. I love when u scream but only u. Because of the melodic.harmonic sounds.

I do not need entertaintment if i can be your excuse