I devote this poem to Miss Pornero :
Inside the green sea of your eyes,
lay down broken hearts
all of them broken by you,
they are exploring
the green sea of your eyes.
But no matter how much they dive
there is always a whisper telling
that you cant be known,it cant be known
this little green sea of your eyes.
Inside the green sea of your eyes,
lay down broken hearts
all of them broken by you,
they are exploring
the green sea of your eyes.
But no matter how much they dive
there is always a whisper telling
that you cant be known,it cant be known
this little green sea of your eyes.