"Was the coldest night ever.
No cute smile, only look. Deep!
Once more.
Every night is dark and cold. But somehow there's always a light and something warm.
I look up in the sky and lose my breath in thoughts.
I stare glazed.
Everything is diferent now.
The path of choices.
If I could do the right one.
If I know what to do.
The Moon is up in the sky higher,
and I just can't touch her, becoming a desire.
..."
Sometimes there are humble people with some good innocence.
I was...
segunda-feira, dezembro 28, 2009
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