quinta-feira, 29 de setembro de 2016


Let me reinvent hope
with the childish joy
of guitar tender weep.
From my breast
would sprout poppies
rainbows and blueberries
and from this alchemy
of affections
a all world
of new emotions will flow.

Let me reinvent hope
for the world keeps spinning
but its turning grey
and I need it
to enlighten my smile.
My smile...
the path you cross
just to caress my body.

So please...
let me reinvent hope...
I'm so tired,
I need to sleep
and sleep without your arms around me
is no sleep
just exhaustion.


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