As
Segundas-feiras
são sempre um enredo
de dúvidas e
um discurso de despedimento
já ensaiado vezes
sem conta
que
não chega a ver a luz do dia
30 June 2008
28 June 2008
27 June 2008
Across the universe
BOY
I HOPE IT´S NOT TOO LATE
TO HAVE FAITH
TO NOT DROWN IN EMPTINESS
TO BELONG TO SOMEONE SPECIAL
TO NOT BE A LOVE CRIMINAL
TO SET THESE SHADOWS FREE
TO NOT BANG MY HEART ON THE TABLE
TO BE CAPTURED BY TENDERNESS
BOY
I
HOPE
..
I
REALLY
DO
...
I HOPE IT´S NOT TOO LATE
TO HAVE FAITH
TO NOT DROWN IN EMPTINESS
TO BELONG TO SOMEONE SPECIAL
TO NOT BE A LOVE CRIMINAL
TO SET THESE SHADOWS FREE
TO NOT BANG MY HEART ON THE TABLE
TO BE CAPTURED BY TENDERNESS
BOY
I
HOPE
..
I
REALLY
DO
...
because tonight you´re on my mind
and every other night... but what is love anyway?
all i know is that nobody´s perfect..not me. not you. not us.
all i know is that nobody´s perfect..not me. not you. not us.
26 June 2008
24 June 2008
não faz sentido
o sentido quando deixa de fazer sentido faz com que fique apenas um vazio demasiado sentido.
17 June 2008
13 June 2008
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