patricia schiavi


Crazy

Forgive me, those who think I’m crazy,
crazy?
Is a beautiful word to be deduce that can be used simply because I’m trying to say to you simply that the staircase in which angels fall down and wander around you, shame you be untouchable.
I’m like the wings that beat looking for something new,
The door slams in my face,
Arms launch you in the sea,
A heart that thinks that it will be renewed.
I fell sorry!
So many times you have been slapped, worth one more, are like calendars that sa

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