The fire inside is on high. The mind is left behind, no chance to stop the grind. Enjoy the consumption and live on the assumption that you will survive. Emotions can’t hide anymore. There’s no room to store the abundance. So follow the sundance and carry on the brink that you won’t be extinct in the next 5 minutes. Dive into the void. Let yourself be hurled, live to tell the world the ins and outs of strain and how without refrain can reach the highest crest, above all the best feelings one can feel. Can’t stop, won’t stop, even when I should.

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2 Responses to Fuego

  1. Dear artist, you should include these poetic comments in a book of verse. You really should. By Fuego you don’t mean the Romanian singer, do you?

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