Just take
me back where I belong. Where the rain went short, and the alcohol never stops
pouring.
Teach me
how to travel breaking the ice, walking in the dark. Show me how the light
turns white while dying on the floor. Pursuit me with the oldest tram you can
find on that river.
I try to
get into my mind, but it blows me away every time I try. Only a side by the
river makes me feel alive. I hear water, dogs, chains, antifascists, snow, sun,
bikes. And inside of all the noises I see a blond hair, a tiny piercing, smoked
blunts...
A mixed of
accents still lives on my throat, burning like a volcano, deciding who should
die first.
The raindrops
turn into tears every time I smell your shadow next to mine. I can only build
images of a park with the anger I have become.
Come kidnap me, if you ever feel alone.
