terça-feira, 19 de maio de 2009

Unwritten Stories

Now, that old chains was broken,
and for you, all the gates are open.
Come and bring me your smell...
Take me out from this sweet hell!

Tell her everything I won't tell
Show me why did you come, as well
And there will be no more "I don't knows"
Let the world spin, undress our souls!

And I'll write our late nite tales
Like last autumn's endless night
Say in my words our secret details

Because now, after all these times,
I know that my scenes are still in your head,
and you know that is you, here, in my rhymes.


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