quarta-feira, 15 de setembro de 2010

I wish I could find you ugly. I wish time could have been harder on you.
But when I saw you, when I see you – your hair waving against the wind made me believe you’re some kind of a galloping entity.
Meaningless words come across like air and everything seems so stupid.
Your eyes behind the scenes piercing all my senses,  getting to me all over.
And if you go, like I do, meeting these high hills, you’d face the cool wind like I do right now… If you just knew that I can’t go any further just because our song plays on the radio… If you just knew…

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