Urban

Dare to touch me without any rules. Dare to see the spectacular view on us In the nearest past Covered by shadows, covered by dust. How passionately the wind blows away Our words. It hurts so much not to remember, To feel left out of the game When your name is an endless source of tenderness. By watching the city I watch you. By discovering it I caress you. You hide like a predator in the darkness Of the same block. We stroke the different sides of luck. Click. Click through everything that’s not sold. Turn our kisses into solid gold. With your hands you burn my previous world. No one can go as far as you can. No one is a cannon in this iron land. Green and red as metaphors for broken hearts. Our looks are curved and complicated, A perfect manipulation is a story that runs fast but never stops.