Sore Throat More Condition_symptoms Chau Benedetti (in memoriam)

STILL

still do not think you're coming with me
and night is a handful of stars
and joy

palp
like hear and see your face your
your stride
hands and yet I have not


your return has both you and me to do that for luck

and tell you what song just in case anyone

never replace you and things
ma s trivial fundamental
become
because you're coming home


however still doubt the good luck for the sky
have you


I think fantasy is safe but venísy
and you come with your eyes
and therefore makes you arrive


magical future and although I have always understood my faults and my
Instead
failures in your arms I know that the world makes sense


and if daring kiss
and the mystery of your lips
no doubt or remnants

love you more yet.