No more

No I´m not. A warrior, a fighter, a lighter, light or life, grass or green, hope or death, I don´t have a sharpened sword, I cannot damage your skin or your heart, I´m a fake child, I´m just a man who believes and loves the one who hurts and hurts the one he loves, a blind puppet growing without a tail. Now it´s time to cut the threads, walk the road and close the eyes.