Virus and chestnuts

White flowers 

walking around death,

just one way..

When I was a child

I couldnt"t imagine that

I would dream with her.

Now, years have gone fast

and I remember that white flowers

on my dress, full of pain.

That pain, now, with other face,

another melody.

I have seen people falling 

while they were sitting 

I have seen the end

while they walk quiet 

in the streets

I have seen ther bodies disappearing 

and their expensive coats on the floor,

their ridicolous pets crawling

christmas lights killing the trees

wiht a ble electric gun

the middle of nowhere 

this fucking 

nowhere

nobody

no 

and always your bright eyes

inside the chaos

like a big sputum 

I have seen the sky bending the legs

and praying to a empty screen.

Calamities,

peace with chestnuts,

dummies,
human rights and all that shit,

All that in the same continent.

The same circus.

ey yo"!Bring me a little bit of nothing! 

When I was a child

I didn"t think that life was this.

I din"t think that I would sleep thinking in death,

in your little and distant mouth,

reapiting on my soul words that never sound.
I only want to throw this white flowers dress
into yourself.

On my mind
continue

the virus

differents voices ringing 
but only one beat

one beat that
cry

speak

needs

fall

figth

sometimes

smiles

I don"t remember that dream

I only know that

when I was a child

it comes and saw me

only one way,

just the way.