segunda-feira, julho 11, 2005

Remorsos do passado...

Isn`t this a lovely day
To be caught in the rain?
You were going on your way
Now you`ve got to remain


Ella Fitzgerald - Isn't this a lovely day (to be caught in the rain)

Do you like, do you like, what I’m becoming?
Cut myself today.
It’s all for you.
I part the night, flashing, approaching as I watch you flee.
Pushed through your panes.
Seems I’ve landed quite uncomfortably.
But as I pass through souls of broken glass
I can’t stop the insects that are feeding.


A. F. I. - The last kiss

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