Máscara

Lately the only fantasy I have is to drink any wind in a crystal glass to celebrate the soft murmur (which is almost a whisper) of my hushed voice.

Últimamente la única fantasía que tengo es beber cualquier viento en una copa de cristal para celebrar el suave murmullo (que es casi un susurro) de mi voz abafada.

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