Hopefully the leaves won't touch your body as they fall so you won't be able to turn them into glass.
Hopefully the rain will cease to be a miracle that slides down your body.
Hopefully the moon will be able to come out without you.
Hopefully the earth won't kiss your footsteps.
Hopefully your constant gaze will end... The precise word, the perfect smile.
Hopefully something will happen that will erase you from my mind soon.
Hopefully, at least, death will take me so I won't see you so much, so I won't see you forever... In every second, in every vision.
Hopefully that voice will forget your name.
Hopefully these walls won't hold the sound of your tired footsteps.
Hopefully desire will follow you to your old rule of faded flowers.
Esto hasta donde sé, podría ser nada más que inspiración robada...
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