imaginario.colectivo

You get into my dreams

swimin' through blinkin' stars

while the music swings

and the blue sea sparks.

It's nice to know that

you still breathe

it's nice to feel

your far but real heat.

we are somewhere between

we are in everything within.

But by now it is

hard for me to tell

why I know you have

a cinnamon spicy smell.

Maybe it's because

I dream about you

or perhaps it's just

another wrong clue.

I'm gonna stop writting this

I can't avoid to feel like a clown

but I cant't hide the hope

of some day see you around.