Pinceladas

Sometimes when I feel tired
I try to realize every chance life gives me.
And when the silence evolves
there's no word
that could erase the pain dropped
in the deep corner of my cracked soul.
The edge of darkness is made by dried tears...
One by one I meet guys whose knowledge
have no bounds...but they don't know the answer.
It means peace or death?
It means love or hate?






Pues lo dicho, que ahora en examenes no queda tiempo para otra cosa que no sea ver videos para relajarse.



Las gaitas, guitarras y flautas se mezclan en ese folk diferente, que denota pinceladas de uno de sus grandes...Gracias Neil.