sexta-feira, 9 de setembro de 2011

☯ Long months ... ☁☼☁

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I have no right to demand anything ...
But just wanted more control over my anger.
When you do not fall short of the coast was ...
You end up turning it to me.

I lose sleep ...
I ask myself.
I lose sleep ...
With so many random thoughts ...

Tell me a story that is not about me
If you can, meet me when you have nothing better ...
Do not sow the end ...
I still have been trying to control what is worst in me.

Tell me a story that make me free
Tell me a story that makes me free
Choose once and for all one way
And when I choose to play in a maze of nest:
Snakes ...
Time passes and nothing anyone snakes ...

Tell me a story that make me free
Tell me a story that makes me free
There is a chance for me to leave
Take you away from me without "hurting" ...
But do not believe everything you speak.

acanthus
Hoping to harvest the flowers astral
Enjoying a beautiful nectar that is not of the Gods
And yes only wine.
Long months ...



by PauloLEONARDO/10.set.2011


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