Lately

When I look to the sky

I feel suspended

Even sustained

Volatile era

But I

I feel the same

When voice escape us

At the opera

Lately

Kinda crazy

Kind of dream when I'm awake

I touch welness, unhapiness, it's confusing

I don’t I dont’ I dont’ I don’t

I just don’t

Cry in the rain

Turn back my pain

It’s not the end

Seing people sorry

I don’t I dont’ I dont’ I don’t

I just don’t

Cry in the rain

Turn back my pain

It’s not the end

I don’t I dont’ I dont’ I don’t

I just don’t

Cry in the rain

Turn back my pain

It’s not the end

I know

What you see

Is the savior

When falls on us

When falls on us

What brings sorrow

I don’t I dont’ I dont’ I don’t

I just don’t

Cry in the rain

Turn back my pain

It’s not the end

I was sitting at the window, watching the leaves of my plant drip, and I thought "I would dream that all of us were a unique choir". May our song become the halo of the earth. Close your eyes and shiver, this wouldn't be a call, we'd be the ones called, like that suspended moment when we wait for the applause. Same movement for so many differents minds. Desire rather than seek to be desire and dream rather than seek to make others dream. Eyes closes and hurt open; for the first time, the ladybugs, I sing them loud and clear.