We try, we talk, we hold ourselves, we talk more, we go crazy, we go crazy, we go insane.
Then we're thirsty. We give up. There's nothing left to talk about. As if the whole universe changes its air, a calm wind works.
Men who turn us down, distort our balance, or even make us mad, come to the background and come in the middle of our lives with rocket speed.
You know, it's just that you've turned deer amongst you, that you've been alerted to us, and that you've escaped alarms. Just the way we express ourselves. We love it if we talk, we love it very much. We still have hope, believe that it will be better to improve and strive.
This renunciation turns into a black stone in our body, in our hearts, in our breasts, in the womb, in our hands, on our feet, on our backs, in our minds, in our souls. It's light, but it's black.
Let's get the black stones out and throw them away, just keep the light. The white light we've been pursuing from the very beginning, shake our body, our mind, our soul.
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