Hello people of this world of blue, green, gray, and so many colors, today I leave you with this song that I dare not define except as one of my own, with its secret language that only I understand.
I like the arrangement; I think I've managed to convey a disturbing feeling, especially at the end, although the appearance of the piano softens it a bit.
Be well
There is no clock that measures
the rhythm of what happens
inside my soul
I think about tomorrow
because today
life becomes so heavy
that it suffocates itself
betweem hours that never end
I am so still
that i seem like a stone
on a road
that does not exist
yet
I am a thoudn questions
with no voice
a pilgrim with no hands
or feet
tied to the caprice of fate
when I hear your voice
so different from yours
when I see your eyes
so foreign
so foreign
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