he was the richest man of his town
he passed his life stealing everything
he was waitin' for the death sitting on
a golden chair.
he fell asleep. he dreamt.
his mind was paintin' somenthin beautiful
the most beautiful thing that the thief
had ever seen.
He said" I could steal your golden hair
and your diamond's eyes"
and the beauty to him"you could. but I should
break your heart".
the thief passed away on his golden chair
and, for the first time, with a smile on his face.
martedì 16 marzo 2010
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