quarta-feira, abril 23, 2008:

Why call me for no answer?

There’s no mystery in my flames
they were just cold when you came
The blue cold one
but with no shame.

I have just one fear
That love in my life
be always in tangents,
like almost there.
Picking on my heart
and left everytime

only needs of scars.

I can’t stand anymore
making dust of broken glasses
to cover all the messes
then wait water goes
trying to fix rest of patches.

Don’t call me for sake!
Don’t call me for date!
Ears and eyes aren’t the same
They have no lids
so you know I can hear
but you won’t do what you say.

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Clouds, lost in reflections

Claudia "In Stereo" // 9:12 PM

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