There Are Some People That

My Lover Asks Me: “what Is The Difference Between Me And The Sky?” The Difference, My Love, Is That When You Laugh, I Forget About The Sky

And I Fear That My Place Gets Taken By Some Other One, Very Lucky And Not Too Shy, Who Flirts With Your Eyes While I’m The One Who’s Crazy About Them.

We Need An Angry Generation, A Generation To Plow The Horizons

And The Writing Is Still : To You, With You, About You, Because Of You And For You.

Life Doesn't Stop After Losing Someone, But It Goes On Without Them Differently.