>Purity

Perche' non tutte le ciambelle riescono col buco.
Perche' da una forma strana a volte si inventa un dolce nuovo.
Perche' la perfezione e' soggettiva e non e' di questa terra.
Perche' le spugne assorbono tanta acqua e tanti veleni.
Perche' si.

Il primo amore e verso Noi stessi.

"Remembering
You fallen into my arms
Crying for the death of your heart
You were stone white
So delicate
Lost in the cold
You were always so lost in the dark
Remembering
You how you used to be
Slow drowned
You were angels
So much more than everything
Hold for the last time then slip away quietly
Open my eyes
But I never see anything"

Picture of You> The Cure

She: Lets