This perfume and I’m in another room.
Gentle and unique it takes me
To another time that has never ceased.
The light confuses the perimeters of things.
So I remain contemplating the real
Motionless and sitting: I’ve never moved.
I’m not going with you.
I don’t want to see the sky getting blue.
Some time in a while I comeback.
I leave this place for half-light places
Where the profile is less clear.
It confuses the figure with the rest
And the thoughts are mystify
Yet I’ve never felt better.
I’m not going with you.
I don’t want to see the sky getting blue.
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