MISCELLANEOUS

The insane man...

Slowing down time...

He caught our smiles and tears, putting them under a glass,

Like flashing fireflies, feelings shook their wings, trapped in a glass,

The same glass of dreams...

I was a child...

His blue eyes drew me.

Like a magnet Pulling at my soul.

Then behind the fourth door,

They discovered his corpse.

A bullet stuck in his brain.

The gun still in his hands.

A painting not yet dry.

People said of him, he was strange and lonely.

The insane man...

Shiny mornings, hazy shadows...

Playin' with a cold, worn out silhouette.

They’re crossing the doorway that sunders

The invisible side of the ocean waves.

Distant light, sinister fire,

Dancing Devils, welcome to the land of

The Insane man.

The Dreaming people watching the hands.

They caught rays of his fear, putting them into a cage,

Like the foolish hamster,

Moving its paws in a never-ending wheel,

The wheel of dreams...

I sink my lips in the cold briny pillow

and move the waves in sync with my deep breath.

The sun caresses my face

and makes my secrets agleam.

A little cat goes by, he knows the truth.

I've been a naughty little girl,

I've been a naughty little girl, been naughty,

I've been a naughty,

I've been a naughty, naughty, naughty, naughty, naughty.

For all the lies I used to tell,

all the sunrises I've seen coming home.

For all the forbidden cakes

I ate with hungry desire

I smile while strolling on the beach, wearing a tiny black bikini.

I've been a naughty little girl,

I've been a naughty little girl, been naughty,

I've been a naughty,

I've been a naughty, naughty, naughty, naughty, naughty.