terça-feira, 2 de agosto de 2011



Fading falling

Slow winds breaking soundscapes
And waves of velvet sweeping
Into me
You moved all that was in my
world
And showed me all the new colours
In my universe where storms run
Falling, falling, falling, fall into me
I hear echoes of my speech
And I see shadows of my walk
I feel the past

I always look
backwards

...
My heart is drifting through all
shades of green
My head is thinking through meadows of the sea
Lonely as I am

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