Lia Padena

they were guilty for acting against the will of the stars
they were guilty because they were trying to trick the stars
the spirit of nature was not alone
he was not without them without defense
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the witch of the lady virus imagines ugly things
like that girl
the one loved by the sun
is her slave
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the jungle was tired
so she invented the eagles
from her eye, which had followed too many beasts of all kinds
she cried freely
...

the heat was beating your brain
and the back
because you stood with your back to the sun
and with a thoughtful face
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they hit me with stones
as on
a crazy woman
  that defends his heart
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how many steps had to be taken today
between their own stars
and the love she had planned to make
if it wasn't for weakness
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he was no wetter than she was
and she was no more than he
no less
not enough
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they couldn't laugh as much as they wanted as if they were hyenas
I must not let myself be destroyed by anyone's behavior
this matter will be shaped to the end
to learn how to do it
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she narrowed her eyes and she whispered like the wind through the rocks
in the fall
her elbow pain began to sow
with the pain of the branches of the trees cooled too suddenly
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when she thought it was all over
as hope for better
then she fell into the caries of time
little alchemical gold
...

no no
pressing this beautiful heart
destroying people's minds
it was a proof that you think something even worse
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she had to protect all the flowers from what was coming
from the darkness
someone was hiding
there
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the past does not exist
the past does not exist
but they mocked her
and she did not understand why
...

he past does not exist
this sharp edge of ice
must be melted
it was just a picture
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when hatred burns with poison
they were screaming
but they were going forward in the present
they were coming out of the graves
...

she had said in vain
no longer interact with those like her
that draw your heart
in the materialism of lies
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and it made no sense to think about the past
as a rescue
there's no phone call from here
here
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he was braised like a fire under the ground
attacked by a foreign anger
who was hiding a deed
in the dark
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manipulation and her ways
seemed to be getting more and more perfidy
more ugly and sadistic
Give us the confidence you once gave us
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she likes him
because they felt they had suffered together
the pain of love
somewhere in the memory of the stars
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