I celebrate
the lack of freedom
my empty love,
the girl that i miss,
the girl that i loose,
the girl that i hug.

I'm the resistance
I got no ambitions
I cry
I drink
I do drugs

There is rupture.
No dogmas.
Just selfish feelings.
I'm looking,
for the guardian
Who left
the garden of love.
I'm a secret child,
with no wings.

Here the devil,
cry and dies
running out
of this forgotten garden.

My soul
got no religions.
It's free and alone.

Puro.

writing, visual and music experiments from puro puroalma.tumblr.com/
thanks to : Nego Véi

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