terça-feira, 1 de janeiro de 2013

It hurts until the light comes out. It's a relief, you know the smoke filling your lungs. No time for thinking, only feel. You feel the air upon you and you know you will fall in your own madness, how beautiful it is to wake up in a room full of flowers, when you are with me and I'm not alone.
Crawl in the sun, the lightning reaching your eyes and your skin, I hope you feel it, I hope you have time to give you that pleasure, the morning under the sun, what a beautiful morning.
What a beautiful sun set.

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