sábado, 31 de marzo de 2012




Do you think I’m special? Do you think I’m nice?
Am I bright enough to shine in your spaces?
Between the noises you hear and the sound you like, are we just sinking in an ocean of faces?
It can be possible that rain can fall only when it’s over our heads?
The sun is shining every day, but it’s far away.
All the world is dead.