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quarta-feira, 17 de agosto de 2011

Your deep wide eyes



I look in your deep wide eyes and I see salt from all the tears you've shed...
I look in your deep wide eyes and I see promisses of a future unfullfiled, I wonder why...
I look in your deep wide eyes and I see innocence, lost in the way...
I look in your deep wide eyes and I see kindness...
I look in your deep wide eyes and I see the wisdom only life can teach you...
I look in your deep wide eyes and I see you want to forget...
It feels like I've seen you before, seating in that same chair. Maybe you will be there tomorrow and the day after, traveling back and forward, trying to understand the journey... Or maybe that doesn't really matter any more...
I look in your deep wide eyes and hope seems hard to find... I wonder if it is still there buried underneath a layer of salt...
My hope... my wish... is that you can still find it again!





Melting Diamonds

It's the middlle of August, and I'm on the highway, trapped in a traffic jam. The cars ahead under the hot sun, start to look like melting diamonds.
The traffic jam moves slowly forward, and my mind could start melting too... Stay there, forgotten in the hot sommer... But I know it is only temporary, the car jam will start to flow faster and I will be able to make it home.
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