The strong colors from the eyes are making me dizzy
I can only see fire and waters
I can only feel thoughts.
Cold water hurts
and the skin is mad at the sun
my eyes are taken by night.
People watch me on the street
music is not on the tables
scallops cry for the sea .
Pescarusii yell love
people throw feelings
I do'nt hunt immortality ...
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