Apenas palavras e marés... movimentos oscilantes de verdade e faz-de-conta; e as mãos estendidas até aquela linha esbatida entre o mar e o céu.
maio 31, 2009
anymore
You never seem to be here. And I, I have just run out of hope. It is like we keep on dancing, but there is no music anymore. As if our bodies were moving, because they have to, because they remember how. And I, well, the only thing I know for sure is that there is more than this.
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