Palavras mudas,
Terra infértil lavram...
Em alma ansiosa,
Os amores se matam...
Será amor o que virá?
Desta intempérie ansiada...
Ou uma onda gigante de lá?
Que me deixará morto na enseada...
segunda-feira, 5 de dezembro de 2011
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I feel the ropes of the ship tightening as the wind picks up... The boards crank and moan as if they had something to say, As the silence ar...
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I feel the ropes of the ship tightening as the wind picks up... The boards crank and moan as if they had something to say, As the silence ar...
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Well I can see you're giving up... Laying the towel on the floor, And packing your bags close to the door... As the bed is scarce of spa...
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So time keeps clumping on into lumps of people Getting divided by different phases in your life... By all the awkward desires one has on sol...
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