The Color Is Singing.

In the town of the brilliant colours he is singing for you.
It is a dream in your mind, your crazy mind.
It is a dream in the night, it is a dream in your bedroom, it is a dream whit the others dreams. Confusion!
Do you remember the blue? The blue rain.
It is ranning on the town of the brilliant colours and he is here singing for you a moon's song, the moon and stars.
He is the man of the dolls' carnival.
Dolls loveless.
You don't love dolls, but you are in love with man and colours and rain.
In the night, your heart is drawing a dream. Drawing a unreal world.
Pretend you are happy when you are blue...and red, very red...red of blood. And green, forever.
A pink butterfly show up obstructing the time, obstructing the rain and the song.
You are running butterfly, running to faraway place in the past.
It is time to say goodbye. Bye, bye, man.
Man can't sing, the colours is singing now in the sky.
It is six o'clock.
It is the end of the dream.
You awake in your bedroom with the pink butterfly in your hand.

PD: La primera tarea que me da mi prima (que me da clases de inglés) corregida y revisada!!! (O sea, si es que hay errores, son de tipeo) n___________n
PD: Nada Nos Queda, Ni Tu Nombre Es El Mismo...