Utopía de un lago de sueños

Away from here she is fake, she can't look herself in the mirror. she don't see through the glass; through me; through my mind, soul and heart. She don't talk too much. She is a quiet river waiting for a waterfall of emotions and feelings. She smile for nothing. She exist in a perfect moment every day. She maybe isn't a human. She maybe came from stars. She maybe cry tears of moondust... And maybe, just maybe, she can hold me in the sidereal space for entire life with only one kiss of her lips...