domingo, maio 24, 2015

Love fever

You won't kiss my lips again
now I recovered from a disaster
there's no drop of this rain
pulling my heart further and faster

I'm saved from your tricks
I'm cured of your spelling
you're a wall with no bricks
you're a past without smelling

Paraíso, 16-05-15

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Enquanto houver seiva,  a flor Enquanto houver saliva,  a palavra  Enquanto houver sentido,  o verso