sábado, agosto 04, 2012

Beauty?


Where have you hidden our pajamas of that night?
Reminding juggling with kisses of that afternoon
Thousand delights happened under a loved light
Now, I’m just calling that sad and elusive moon.


That damn bus to nowhere, dressed your body
I run paths back, sweating without your arms
We walk lived passions from our beloved toy
Known route, stopping at the stations dreams


Today, I arrive full tiredness, I hear your heart?
Your way haven’t been easy, can I calm down?
opened passing pleasures,  our bed draws the Art
we go away where our sense forget a sad town

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