quinta-feira, 16 de julho de 2009

Estando perto, parto


Descobriu que era ainda pior que o vento

Não era fumaça, era uma brisa vagabunda e sem força

Sem marcas

nenhuma

Sem boca

alguma

Sem nada

ainda

Sem cores

por cima

...


I've waited hours for this
I've made myself so sick
I wish i'd stayed asleep today
I never thought this day would end
I never thought tonight could ever be
This close to me

But if I had your face
Then I could make it safe and clean
If only I was sure that my head on the door was a dream to


*Close to me, The Cure

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