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Jun 20, 2006 18:48


White or black how you I leave? in the distance,
with the hope ? to change the fate.
Good that in the body set ablaze?,
in the dark the distance diverts? infinity.

With the young people ? in skin of beasts,
? dance ? among storms.
One other horizon ? dissolves?
in the light of eyes who ? to wake up.

And, I wait there,
where nothing hovel? now.
Same if I (had not seen myself)?
I fear? to find that? that? the ? look in the night,
same if it is very difficult
I dance? my road with the wolves.

I smell? the light on my skin,
? to get fear of the bad sides.
It is the moon who pipe? the dance
when the sun ? sets in your cold soul.

I wait there,
where nothing hovel? now.
Where the shade ? anything? his/her veils
I fear? to find that? that? the ? look in the night,
same if it is very difficult
I dance? my road with the wolves.

...Well, better than last time, anyway.

french, wasting time, wolf's rain

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