My emptiness is immortal,
he's always looking, I do not know what.
He went out into the street and returned the same or even emptier,
it is simply and nothing else
for a vacuum
that will have to resign until the end
with the notion of what he started looking for.
My spiral void
do not know when how or why
that's why he looks for butterflies at the bottom of the river.
Go around without being fleeting
as empty
that crashes permanently in the glass
that his gaze wanted a mirror and crossed it.
Jump, search, cheat and never find,
It was lost forever.
My emptiness without end
in the locks of the doors was
Desperate to turn cold disappointments.
How is it to be found in a never
if it is empty
and as much as he tries he always tempts the ghostly
fixed memory that nothing was there,
fixed memory that nothing was there,
fixed memory.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)