Lets hit rewind,
Lets go back to where we where.
Lets close our eyes,
and lets get lost in that kiss again;
It was like a fairytale kiss:
the world went slow motion,
and above all the noise,
there was the voice
of one beating heart.
Just one.
Because the other one was dead and cold.
I was kissing a ghost I once did know.

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I was walking right down Memory lane, today.
It wasn't intentional, It Just happened.
And It felt like looking in the mirror,
and don't know who's looking back at you.
I was reading words I wrote in the past,
and do you know how did they sound like?
Like they where words from someone else!
And I asked myself:
"Where Is She?"
"Where am I?"
And I wondered: "Why?"
Why the words that i liked the most,
Were those spilling out my pain?
Why did I like so much,
to be scrathed by that thorn again?

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Those are memories, then,
that make my heart bleeding.
They are so sweet,
that my heart beats slower
and heavier,
carrying the weight
of what could have been,
and now never will be.
Those are memories, then,
that precious powder,
that mixed up with tears and missing,
Will make my heart beating slower,
but calm,
because he will be carrying the weight,
of a Golden Heart.

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I still know your name,
In my prayers I still feel your kisses,
In my prayers I still see you on my knees,
In my prayers you are still here with me.
In my prayers, you are the miracle
who remembered me how to pray again.

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Weather Is so warm, that even time slows down to catch its breath.

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No noise
Is lauder
than the beating
of an heart in the empty.

🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁

Non c'è niente
che faccia più rumore
di un cuore
che batte nel vuoto.

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The rose in my heart is frozen cold,
and a thorn on its stem is born.
I feel, for the first time today,
the bite of winter in my mind.
And I'm standing here,
waiting in melancholy,
for my spring to come this year.
And I'm not sad,
I'm just silent:
I feel it's better not to talk
with the spiteful winter wind!

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Your real beauty doesn't reflect in the mirror, but it blooms out in every goal you reached giving all of your soul away in what you did.

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The genius of a person is reflected in the chaos of his thoughts.

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the first, shy, drop of rain.
We barely saw it,
and it's like this
that the sky wants it to be;
because that tiny drop
it's a nostalgic tear
of how much sky loves summer;
and when September comes,
he knows that it will have to wait a year long
before his heart can beat again.

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