Without path
They bark the streets
Someone without destiny
approaches with his face of rain
His imprint
is a jewel
of darkness
Do you want to twinkle ...?
They ask for the light bulbs
Broken
from so much crying light
They bark the streets
Someone without destiny
approaches with his face of rain
His imprint
is a jewel
of darkness
Do you want to twinkle ...?
They ask for the light bulbs
Broken
from so much crying light
Haunting picture, and the poetry beneath it fits well.
thank you