Gigolo Vagabundo — Bonaparte

in the house where the words are broken and the forest has got no trees where there’s nothing left unspoken the ferry of broken seas

somewhere down where streets are ending down the road of no return we will meet where hearts are mending in a room where voices burn

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sleeping where dreams are stolen and the windows have got no frame wander where lust is swollen and the lovers got no name

maybe there the story’s ending written on naked skin burning drums and lips pretending drowning in the sea of sin

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