No words are spoken,
little, in fact, is explained,
still you read my heart,
by heart, no doubts, damn well.
From diverse matters,
from so far away stardusts,
in quiet nights, we share,
a dance, sunset to sunrise.
Do you think of me?
Are we, just, two shipwrecked ghosts?
Do I think of you?
We both know, damn well, we're lost.
For now, in time's void,
today's just a song.
From all songs, from down deep earth,
we dream together, God knows.
Damn well!
La Finita
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