On the top of a treeseeing everything from the distance
Longing to belong
looking forward, never backward
feeling a cold breese on my back
my bones are cold
and my heart is warm.
K. Chutney
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2 comments:
Quando queres dizes coisas lindas...
Oh, afinal não foste tu a dizê-las. Que pena!...
És tu a dizê-las, sim. Qual durona, qual quê, coração mole.
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