What is the Joy,
The Joy of being here?
If water don't go with oil
Why am I supposed to be here?
Am I a coward?
Am I an owl hidden in the tree?
Am I talented?
Or I am simply the eternity.
I can't stop wonder...
Why?
Is this sacred?
Is this karma?
Is this the rendemption I always wanted?
or just the mistery that called for me?
I can't, I can't.
I shall be anywhere,
I shall be free of me.
Canada, October 2008
2 comentários:
puxa.. isso é teu, né? bonito e doído que nem dá de medir... muito bom e muito expressivo também. bjo, bjo. saudade dos papos.
pois é, beeeem meu. saudades tuas tb!
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