TU. Who are you really?
do not know.
not know what to believe.
We can never agree to go along, our worlds
are incompatible.
I, dressed to the fucking, her hair always fired in the air,
the pencil on the eyes, I always dream and I do not
ashamed to say, I love the simplicity that I love to create, love laugh, I do not
brand clothes, I put that (when they are invented, almost never)
enamel green, orange or black, I who have to be afraid of dark circles,
me that I plate hair, I do not know who put not even the foundation,
me.
do not know how to walk on his heels, to me that when I have the skirt, you
remind me, I hate disco, but I love reggae festivals,
I am always me.
Who are you?
you that you dress to make, that you will do your eyebrows,
you who dressed in pink, you who love the disco,
that you always want everything, you and your "want"
you always make me angry (so that not vulgar),
you also make me laugh, you who were a game for me, you do not
you know me, you who are far away,
you who were a game for me,
that you're my fairytale impossible
representing you all that I hate,
here who you are!
But I was on that beach,
I drew a heart with my hands in the sand,
was me that was thinking about you
I wrote "SOLO X TE," I have always ,
what do you think, I can not forget that, ME.
