A sad little town with sad little people. A sad routine with sad hearts, going on a have-to-go and dont-have-time, fullfilling those supressed spirits. All we need is love, but we already know it. The only problem is that nobody is avaliable on those nights. Those pitch black cold-hearted nights, when even the owls make a silence vow. A vow that will last long enough to make us mad. All the madness, suddenly, wakes us from the sleeping routine, and we ask ourselves "where the hell have we been?". We've been here all the time, but our hearts, were dead, buried along with our dreams.
So, wake up. With all your heart.
00:53 19/04/2016
Rogerio Olanda
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