A dor da palavra voltou, e eu sem saber o que fazer dela... sangrei
aposto que dentro dos bolsos dos casacos, para se(te) encontrar quando menos se espera :)
poema lindo.mais abaixo a foto.grafia também.
com o poema, lembrei-me desta música:if i could look beyond your face and photograph your hidden place would i find you smiling in the picture?i don't know what you want because you don't knowso what's the point of asking?far too many ways to go we learn so much but never know where to look or when we should stop looking i can love the whole of you. the poetry i stole from you and hide inside my stomachit's easy to get lost in you and fall asleep inside of you i want to return to you a reason to be here no i don't know what you want and you don't know so what's the point of asking?you're almost happy almost content but your head hurtsbeijinho*
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aposto que dentro dos bolsos dos casacos, para se(te) encontrar quando menos se espera
:)
poema lindo.
mais abaixo a foto.grafia também.
com o poema, lembrei-me desta música:
if i could look beyond your face
and photograph your hidden place
would i find you smiling in the picture?
i don't know what you want
because you don't know
so what's the point of asking?
far too many ways to go
we learn so much but never know
where to look
or when we should stop looking
i can love the whole of you.
the poetry i stole from you
and hide inside my stomach
it's easy to get lost in you
and fall asleep inside of you
i want to return to you
a reason to be here
no i don't know what you want
and you don't know
so what's the point of asking?
you're almost happy
almost content
but your head hurts
beijinho*
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