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And she dressed up
And looked like she was in mourning
And painted her face
And covered up her pride
And prepared her lips
To devour the world
And paid for it with rain
And they sold her smoke

And she dressed up
And looked like she was in mourning
And painted her face
And covered up her pride
And prepared her lips
To devour the world
And paid for it with rain
And they sold her smoke

She recited to the full Moon
Until she saw the Sun fall
Less happy than tomorrow
But more than yesterday, I believe
The past weighs heavy
And the future is far
So she changed her name
To start from scratch

New themes, new streets, new faces
Different bodies
But the same looks
Judged!

Cold hands
The air burned
And a smile so beautiful, yet rare
Empathy is a privilege that few have

She got used to a silent mouth
And red eyes
A temple in ruins
She decided that instead of getting up
It was a better option to help others fly
Her life summed up in verses
Her chest accumulating more weight
Than kisses

And that
In her canvas there is always room
For the only one of those who managed to stop time
And I'm not lying

Addicted to knowledge
Her paradise is made of paper
And her flowers of cement
Her self-love is her only food

And that's why
It's been years since she dared to look in the mirror
And yes
Looking at myself I repeat that if
If I live, it's for me
If I die, it's for you
I take pride in what I gave
And didn't receive
And if I keep writing this
It's because I can't sleep

And she dressed up
And looked like she was in mourning
And painted her face
And covered up her pride
And prepared her lips
To devour the world
And paid for it with rain
And they sold her smoke

And she dressed up
And looked like she was in mourning
And pointed her face
And covered up her pride
And prepared her lips
To devour the world
And paid for it with rain
And they sold her smoke