O prédio sorriu pra mim, eô.
O sol não quer mais brigar, eô.
Quando se está feliz, eô
não tem que fazer sentido, meu amor.
Sorria, porque você ainda está aqui.
O mundo está ruim
mas eu prefiro poder sorrir
do que abotoar um paletó de madeira.
E o pior:
eu nem vou poder escolher a madeira.
terça-feira, 17 de novembro de 2009
domingo, 8 de novembro de 2009
sexta-feira, 6 de novembro de 2009
quinta-feira, 5 de novembro de 2009
Stop haunting me.
dreamed about you again.
it's the third time.
when I think I finally got you
out of my mind,
you come back to haunt me.
and again, I can't stop thinking about the dream.
at the first one, you and I knew we couldn't.
next, you were chasing me.
but now...
now we were together.
we were finally together,
but it seemed like all people knew about it
and so we had to hide.
I had to hide.
'don't think I'll be free from you
if I still get to see you.
do you really tease me?
am I misunderstanding it?
I can't stop thinking about the dream.
I can't stop thinking about the things you do.
and now I can't stop thinking about you.
and I'm sorry.
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