quarta-feira, 18 de abril de 2012
São pequenas esferas que se juntam como por magneto.... começam na ponta dos ombros e depois de os transformarem em algo rijo, inquebrável e demasiado tenso... começam a criar mais e mais esferas que corroem a minha boa disposição, que me minam o sorriso e apagam aquela luz que devemos carregar sempre...
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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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