A bar, a door, a wall, nothing will stop the desire. To cross barriers, to go to see to shine at night. Black, glittering, without cloud, without star. Just the smell, the liqueurs of our fears. To know that we are alive. Behind us, the infinity of the veil. Mold of our resentment. You and me, dressed in black. In the colors of the sky. Making in the daytime our evening. Nothing of really. We shall walk in the grass and the meadows. Farther at the end of the silence. Stealing the time. To dream. Firing at the sons of our melancholy. Our life. In small steps goes on the dance. A slow drift. Behind the wall, one night which makes drunk. Slowly by playing. With the smells, the liqueurs of our fears. Sat on another bank. The key is missing only. To open doors, escape. I believe, you believe in the miracles. Every day, every evening. A short history. Putting our life in show. Without heart, without spectator. Our labour. Tasteless, dull. You tell me disillusioned. I tell you erased. We have the pity to look. React, avoid hating. A bar, a door, a wall, nothing will stop the desire. To cross barriers, to go to see to shine at night.
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