miércoles, 20 de octubre de 2010

my.own.garden.

My own garden is quiet and pacefull,
nobody with an evil mind can live in there,
and I guess I couldn´t too.

Is too perfect to be real,
it´s so perfect that I hate it,
like all Ido...
it gives me pleasure and sweetly torture me.

Where are you love?
Are you too perfect to exist in this world?
,


The simple idea to end alone
doesn´t leave me in peace one second
and I need you even more.

I feel like into a bottle,
seeing the sun through a little hole
and there´s no place for anyone else,
it´s no time to peep the head
yet remember I tried and then returned,
into there...

It´s easier to be happy outside
but it´s better when you learn to stay inside
,
so high, so far, so real...

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