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Stranger.Sometimes I can’t remember
What time wants me to
I feel like a little ant
Looking for what’s known to me, in a huge foreign place

And this feeling just won’t go away
So I ask myself:
What if I forget everything?
Would you remind me who I am?
Would you tell me what you see?
You’re not a stranger to me.

All this little melodies I retain in my head
That I sing with my voice, weak and afraid
They give me feelings I tried before, but they have no name to me
And I feel like a note written by mistake
Out of time and space

And this feeling just won’t go away
So I ask myself:
What if I forget everything?
Woul

Pensamientos..Los gritos atraviesan lentamente mi cabeza, causando mayor dolor.

Como un clavo que entra en la madera, atravesando su ser,

Cruelmente, martillazo tras martillazo, sin cesar.

Y es cuando cierro los ojos que todo desaparece

Cuando mi cabeza es mis ojos y mi mente la niebla.

Cuando cierro los ojos no caben mas heridas.

Si por curiosidad los abro, veo lo que no deberia.

Mis problemas, mis desordenes, cosas que aun no tienen nombre.

Mi mente me guia a hacer algo, no dudo, pero despues me detengo y observo:

Ante mi escenas, una historia que cuenta lo que no pude evitar otra vez

Y un sentimiento de culpa mezclado con disgusto, que no me d

Pensieri..Le urla attraversano lentamente la mia testa, causando maggior dolore.

Come un chiodo che entra nel legno, attraversando il suo essere,

Crudelmente, martellata dopo martellata, senza cessare.

Ed è quando chiudo gli occhi che tutto sparisce

Quando la mia testa è i miei occhi e la mia mente è nebbia.

Quando chiudo gli occhi non c'è spazio per più ferite.

Se per curiosità li apro, vedo quello che non dovrei.

I miei problemi, i miei trastorni, cose che ancora non hanno nome.

Se la mia mente mi guida a fare qualcosa, non dubito, ma dopo mi fermo ed osservo:

Davanti a me scene, una storia che racconta quello c

Thoughts..The screams go through my head, causing major pain.

Like a nail that enters the wood, going through it's being,

Cruelly, hammer blow after hammer blow, without ceasing.

And it's when I close my eyes that everything disappears

When my head is my eyes and my mind the mist.

When I close my eyes wounds don't fit anymore.

If, because of curiosity, I open them, I see what I shouldn't.

My problems, my disorders, things still unnamed.

My mind guides me to do something, I don't doubt it, but then I stop and observe:

In front of me scenes, a history that tells what I couldn't avoid once again

And a guilty feeling mixed with disgust, that won'

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Ce Que Je Suis.by ~angelitonegro

Digital Art / Photomanipulation / Dark

_{J'ai, j'ai bien le droit
j'ai bien le droit aussi
de faillir, défaillir
jusqu'à mesurer le prix
mais qu'est ce qu'il m'arrive
je ris aux larmes
je larmorie}
mais qu'est ce qu'il m'arrive
je dors au bord de mon lit

Oh comme je regrette
je ne suis pas ce que je suis
les murs ont des oreilles
les murs parlent trop
oh comme je déteste
je ne suis pas ce que je suis
la lune qui me surveille
la lune est dans mon dos</sub>

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