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CreamMy head spins and spins, without stopping, dizzying my senses, making my white room change to cream; it comes off of me and jumps around the chamber, bouncing of the walls, it close the window and bumps into the chair, sending it to the floor causing a mess; and far from me I hear a laugh.Cream by ~RJRoyo
I never stopped being a kid, even now that I have grown, not even the darkest night can break my infantilism, I enjoy every moment with a smile, even this quick passages into insanity; I submerge in the whiteness of my room, I submerge in its color, in this white rainbow inside this place, and in this color, I vanish…
The thousands of songs are rep
BluebirdBefore leaving home today, I looked through the window and noticed that today was is one of those beautiful days in which bluebirds fly.Bluebird by ~RJRoyo
When we meet, we get lost, and God laughs because he can’t see us, and He knows that we are happy running together without his look upon us; we met that day in the park, we ran and played like children, until falling on the vivid grass that covers the place with its beautifulness, under a tree, and lying on the floor, together, we looked up through the branches, the sky looked like a jigsaw puzzle from there, what words do I have to say when to make you stay with me?
The wind blows towards us, making
Alone Again, Wonderful World I’ve gone up inside this building, inside this place, where my home should be, where I live, where I’ve been with you by my side, where we should be watching the Moon in this midday, now, I don’t have you anymore, and I don’t think that I will see you again; I can’t even sleep anymore, without you; in the beginning I thought this was a dream, but now, I’m convinced that it isn’t, that really, there’s a new distance separating us, a distance that can’t be shortened, really, I need you here, in front of our Moon, it hurts, not to see you.Alone Again, Wonderful World by ~RJRoyo
Days go by and by, flying and soaring, swimming and
The Red ShoesWhen I walked the streets of my city, with my usual clothes, and my usual red shoes I usually hear a voice in the distances that says: “Let me take them.” Is it talking about me, about the shoes, about something I possess?The Red Shoes by ~RJRoyo
I keep walking and I keep imagining my world, with my music, my dreams and you, through the sidewalk some ants cross before me, they stare at my shoes every day, like it’s something very special, and I keep hearing the voice that wants to take something mine, am I the only one that can hear it or is it even speaking to me?
I keep walking through the city in my daydream, I see many people around me, and s
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