again I'm a nobody in my eyes,
as if dust between the toes,
again a crisis ,
there is no sense of the ideas I have for what ?
I do not understand I live,
but I'll wait when it will pass
again and again the euphoria of art
again I'm a nobody in my eyes,
as if dust between the toes,
again a crisis ,
there is no sense of the ideas I have for what ?
I do not understand I live,
but I'll wait when it will pass
again and again the euphoria of art
