something tells me this time, at last Prison
I'll like it all depends on the chosen sentence
and I feel bound hand and foot
observed around me to see how life will be waiting for me and find beauty everywhere.
and that feeling of freedom imprisons my lips and laughter are timid anywhere
something makes me shudder when I recall recent memories and the Buenos Aires
loneliness becomes a forest at night
the place for ideas is believed at a disadvantage compared to other things and come back
watching to see what this life I'm living and I feel strong and elusive
that feeling that unfolds through my eyes has met
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