Tag: Am Writng a Fantasy

,and we were became the essence of the other

In that gesture he was asking to be forgiven

and even if with a bitter aftertaste, each one with his own victory

the leader have replied her, without that she tried to speak

shy smile is born on their strange, but wonderful faces

It was the only safe pathway to reach us

That volcano explosion was the lastest breathe of a defeated enemy

for the first time he was able to speak

That sort of lung was about to open it wider,

Everything seemed so calm, and neither that calm was real

we have shared a glance in which we said us everything

we have done it in silence

when our foreheads touched, all that magic that was vanish, appeared again

despite those child draws, the map was perfect