Testo Grage

I just wanna stay in this far swallowhole,
Where words are won with a little dream in the eye...
My world is looking back
And I can see curious glances that are surprised
At my smallness and they laugh, and they laugh and they laugh...
They don't have anything to tell me,
But seem to have everything to reveal...
I'm afraid of being the scenery of a calamity,
Unless its reverse is only their truth

I said a few words and it appeared normal,
During the cheeks are getting red,
time flies and they laugh
Illusion and hypocrisy delears when the world collapses,
They form a circle and seem to see eachother.

They're getting closer.