abriu a porta e saiu correndo para outros braços,
mais altivos e menos escorregadios.
deixou o colchão manchado
e com algum vão a mais, quase inexplicável
foi corrupto desvendando meus olhos
da mais profunda e tranquila escuridão
queimei a vista com o sol que vinha da janela daquele apartamento
vários maços de cigarros espalhados pelo quarto
como o coração, enganado
tranquei a porta e me deitei nu
sobre a minha própria cinza.
quarta-feira, 11 de junho de 2014
There’s nowhere to run away
There’s nowhere to run away, said:
“Boy if you want love,
You’ll have to go and find it with someone new”
“Do you know who you really are?
Are you sure it’s really you?”
Lies are a funny thing
They slip through your fingertips
Because they never happened to you
Time wounds all the heals
As we fade out of view
(QOTSA)
“Boy if you want love,
You’ll have to go and find it with someone new”
“Do you know who you really are?
Are you sure it’s really you?”
Lies are a funny thing
They slip through your fingertips
Because they never happened to you
Time wounds all the heals
As we fade out of view
(QOTSA)
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