terça-feira, 11 de março de 2014

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so many words inside my eyes
and storms, and passion, and lightnings in the skies
we look above with tender love,
which Heaven (on Earth) in gaudy gestures denies.

no one knows where I'll go,
not even me, not even the people I used to walk with.
now - only loneliness, only lies;
then - past memories of my suicide life.

so many words inside my eyes:
I don't need to talk to
those people who pass me by.

so many words inside my eyes:
the Old Man makes me happy,
this is for him to know he helps me being alive.

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