The man.
Have you ever met someone that when are around she or he is magic?
The rarity of an empty feeling inside is mixed with the bitterness of missing.
A man has died and he is worth to be remembered.
Death has its own language and I do not plan here to decipher it, not even try.
But if there is something from him still alive; lets let it boil , let it surround us between mountains and dreams.
Sadness does not leave , even if it is just a romantic idea of ours.
But if there is something from him still alive; lets let it boil , let it surround us between mountains and dreams.
Sadness does not leave , even if it is just a romantic idea of ours.
I fill my being with this inspiration, but inspiration to live life. Not to be mirrored in an inertia that seeks the art and not find it.
He is still alive in his voice, exquisite English . Beautiful secret with harlequin taciturn mask. For giving names to new allegories and symbols blurred between poetry and forehands.
But is his mind which will make us live in the moment, drunkennes , fortune and defeat.
Thanks to Christopher Raid.
You are still alive Alan Rickman
No more foreplay.
Enjoy to tears.
You are still alive Alan Rickman
No more foreplay.
Enjoy to tears.
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