Fiskales Ad-Hok - Fiskales Ad-Hok

Hambre Del Corazon

El frio que quemó mis manos, quemó tambien mi corazon. Pasan los años y el engaño se van pudriendo lejos. Tiempo de muerte es lo que veo venir, mil almas solitarias buscando algo de razón. Tiempos de muerte es lo que veo venir, mil almas solitarias hambre del corazón. Los blancos cuents de tu infancia arden el llamas de maldad. Los verdaderos heroes rien sin piedad, hombres de papel moneda. La historia cruel y sin final corre hacia abajo sin parar, si la tratas tú de detener, aumenta la velocidad.
Tú muy audaz saltas del tren, tus huesos contra el suelo dan; dolor orgullo y lagrimas y todo siguen en su lugar.
El raro cuento que conta mamá es cada día mas real, huele peor este lugar, se acaba el cuento sin final feliz.

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Writer(s): Mijael Pablo Esteban Cumplido Castillo, Alvaro Felipe Espana Valdes, Marcelo Enrique Larralde Pastoriza, Ruben Dario Urzua Vargas
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