hot blood dancing under my nails.
hopeless romantic I represent,
trying to find my other half among
the celestial creatures walking
on this museum of pretty species.


someday I will vanish
and not even a dead soul
will feel my presence.


"get trough this, and you
will never look back again"
I repeated in constantly in my mind.
so hopeless seems this planet
ruled by the power of money...


materialist made me the hunger,
to run away from everything I know.
not to detach  from someone,
but to find me in the streets and cities
I have never been to.


oh, heaven, hear my cries,
I will be gone, sooner or later,
I will be.