Entre palavras e pensamentos, um achado. Tesouro escondido que nunca será de um todo encontrado.
segunda-feira, 19 de abril de 2010
no thing at all.
I´m so out of myself... wonder if I would like to go back there today. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe now, or never. - I'd like to be a bird. To be poetry. To be water and sound. I would like to be the wind and away. And near. And never. And now.
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