terça-feira, 17 de janeiro de 2012

The testament.

The rough hands of someone older 
Touching my lips, my neck, my thighs...
My scars growing bolder
Between the legs and the lies.

Some white powder shinning in the air
Confused with the nose of a child.
I have become wild
With your air, so high.

segunda-feira, 2 de janeiro de 2012

Nice to meet you again.

Nunca pensei voltar a ver-te, a tocar-te. Deixarei tudo por ti, nunca vi ninguém tão belo.

I think I'm in love... I'm in love with your eyes, with your mouth, with your hands. Even the way you breathe, I want to breathe with you in my eternal dreams, in my eternal sorrow. Take my hand and let me clean your scars and show you again to the world, so brave and new. With you I don't have a tomorrow, I have a today. Every second is an enjoying of happiness, don't make me lose you.
You are eternity, you are the light.
Narcissism, you're my love.