sexta-feira, 5 de fevereiro de 2010

I cannot say it

But my heart does not know what happened.
So he sends me these beautiful thoughts,
he tells me to remember you at all times,
he tells me to think of you at the beach,
at the mardi gras, during the solitude of the nights.
And it is not my fault, because he does not know what happened.
I try to tell him, but he does not listen.
Perhaps you should tell him. I can not.

Viela, montanha, isolamento

Por que desviei? Por que não observei, por que não ouvi o seu chamado? Em que viela, montanha, isolamento eu estava? Quando você apar...