Notes
To travel, our inner need to discover
a car with friends and misery ends.
No one talks and no one cares
but all stare, everywhere, faces floating in the air.
Roads and streets all far behind
Under a blue colored sky, blowing up our empty mind.
And it doesn't mind! it doesn't mind!
Photo : A Black Spade (fb)
Selected Songs 2011-2012
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