Tools was, is... a peace of mind, emotions with grabbing the sense of your presence in my loneliness... a tab, a map that hunger longing to your sweetness, O.. with a life dictionary opened, maybe no.. maybe yes, just to prove my smartness,
The subject was freedom and how we seek or speak it, in a countries hunt all pencils, in a world full of red, excuse me for asking... are we still dreaming or we left the bed.
I'm a prisoner to an idea takes over my mind and shining in my head..and we will talk about it... face to face ahead,
