I look at the world as a movie

I look at the world as a movie,

which is one of the sponsor's image.

That man's name reads

woman's tattooed face

It was written in the

sometimes ancient stone

inside the castle.

Life it is sometimes bitter,

too salty, sometimes

as the sugar that melts

too soon to be out.

Doe is always

too stubborn, lonely

hermit in the city in the battle

Between the flow of people.

As the baton rusty

time in the stroller fight.

The man you'd be the anchor of my life

where as if the time

place to linger. Do you have time

Toy my try,

remain in me,

stop for a moment for me?

It would be paradise to me

I could then live with you

dive together

our dreams.

Now, while there is morning, and the point

six o'clock.

My last words I

this morning I write,

perhaps the conscience of these

undeterred. It is unlikely you

ever think you'll find,

that a lot of you, I,

 I love.