Su di me
The angels do not fly over of we.
If he watches he finds them in every look that a tramp donates to you,
in a smile toothless and sick of solitudine that reflects the light of a heart.
You see in those large eyes as little balls of children starves the black power fire
that watch you full loads of horror and sadness for what they have seen and they continue to see.
An angel finds it in the eyes of animals abandons same they to you. You want to find a angel?...
watched the world and you will see that the angels do not fly...