Somehow I'm still alive... and now I do poetry.
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Both running in the forest
Is my friend a fox ?
Both running in the forest
Is my friend a fox ?
Our hair blowing in the wind
Let's enjoy that life !
Our hair blowing in the wind
Let's enjoy that life !
Hi,
I don’t know who you are
I don’t know how you died
I don’t know anything, still you share my body
We were two, but now we are one
Hi,
I don’t know who you are
I don’t know how you died
I don’t know anything, still you share my body
We were two, but now we are one
And yours did also that thing
But now they are mine
An old shadow greets me
While I take a new breath
And yours did also that thing
But now they are mine
An old shadow greets me
While I take a new breath
They told me I wouldn't pass the day. That my body was rejecting the transplant. They told me to say goodbye.
But the doctors were wrong.
I'm still here. Alive. Better everyday...
I got an accident, I'm at the hospital. I'll give more detailed news soon...
Did you ever saw death in the eyes ?
Not that black guy with a cape and a scythe
No, death is not cold nor silent
Death is that person who stammers uneasily
Giving you a last day to live in the pain
That white man with a blouse and papers in the hand
They told me I wouldn't pass the day. That my body was rejecting the transplant. They told me to say goodbye.
But the doctors were wrong.
I'm still here. Alive. Better everyday...
I got an accident, I'm at the hospital. I'll give more detailed news soon...
But took the wrong person
See you again, death
Did you ever saw death in the eyes ?
Not that black guy with a cape and a scythe
No, death is not cold nor silent
Death is that person who stammers uneasily
Giving you a last day to live in the pain
That white man with a blouse and papers in the hand
But took the wrong person
See you again, death
Did you ever saw death in the eyes ?
Not that black guy with a cape and a scythe
No, death is not cold nor silent
Death is that person who stammers uneasily
Giving you a last day to live in the pain
That white man with a blouse and papers in the hand
Did you ever saw death in the eyes ?
Not that black guy with a cape and a scythe
No, death is not cold nor silent
Death is that person who stammers uneasily
Giving you a last day to live in the pain
That white man with a blouse and papers in the hand