11.01.07
Hoje deu-me para isto.
Never, never again the night arrives, in what I am going to wake you. Never again I am going to be able to wait and then to see yourself to smile. Never again this eternal love it will be able to make me in the heat of your Winter, what heats you sleeping.
Gentle … your so gentle voice…
Why they pulled out you of me so? Tell me why. If you forgot or not of me. Why?Are not we immortal, why? I ask … I cannot any more … I cannot any more…
Guard in your chest the flame, where you will be going always to hear whose voice loves you and what wants to feel you. I want your body what fills me, fills out me and what I only want to touch…gentle … your so gentle skin…
Why they pulled out you of me so? Tell me why. If you forgot or not of me. Why?Are not we immortal, why? I ask … I cannot any more … I cannot any more…
Ai…ai…
cristina disse,
Novembro 2, 2007 às 8:09 pm
milho milho…
“está-te no sangue!”