You hide.... You just seem to hide...
Like a blind man against the parade
I stumble and cry.
Our love suffocated by Patagonic volcanos
Monumental ashes in the air.
I can't fly and you just just drip between my fingers.
But this love ain't blind
and I know you've got your share of it.
I will look for you in the forests of Poland.
Future is just a matter of time...
São Paulo, 29 de Julho de 2011, 3:33 - para J.i
