que el viento se vuelva huracán

.

.....Far far away
no voices sounding
.........no one around me
and you're still there
Far far away
...........no choices passing
............no time confounds me
and you're still there.

In the full moons light I listen to the stream
And in between the silence hear you calling me
.. ..    ...But I don't know where I am 
and I don't trust who I've been.

And If I come home how will I ever leave.


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Me gusta la luna llena.