terça-feira, 15 de janeiro de 2008

Treasons, lies and videotape

Like the wind blowing...
You don't know where you're going,
Lost somewhere in your dreams.

Like in these lies and treasons,
Whose everyone says... has its own reasons,
Those which no one would ever take,
No matter what this one could make.

Watching the snow falling down,
Looking at his shadow in the ground;
Hearing voices that have no sound;
Feeling trapped somewhere around.

Uriel

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