segunda-feira, 9 de setembro de 2013

Am I

Watching people coming around us.
They can't see.
Just pass by
like a sad breeze of a boring sunday.

Talking to their shadows and to their souls,
                                   they still don't notice,
                                       they still don't live.
How can I when everything passes me by?

Watching people coming around us.
They can't see.
Just pass by
like a sad breeze trying to find its way
                                 through a lonely
                                    and desperate
body.

I can't see it.
I can feel it.
                       
                                      Am I?

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