quarta-feira, fevereiro 25, 2004

A frozen glance,
Is a swirl of stereotyped emotions.
To sustain used smiles
Memories of the outside body
To shape the colours of my spring

Breathing is a simple thought
To begin my life with

And here comes another wave
To wash the pain away
But every time it hits the shore
It only washes a bit of my life with it

And it grows and it shrinks
It makes me dirty
It cleans the land
And it takes me everywhere
Anywhere is fine
As long as I can glance your face
From the corner of my life
Do not touch
Do not breath
Do not touch
You do not need to hide your books
Love can be whatever you want
Just sing me to sleep