sexta-feira, 9 de setembro de 2011

y#91

Being seated on balcony
Smooth spring night oh…
Watching the sky with IR eyes
Drinking mint tea with no light
We have peace from morning until dawn
The most beautiful view

It’s like having paradise in my mouth
Waiting for you to come from the city
(All) the little people move so busy
Between small white boxes
Like sugar cubes in a street
(Here) there’s only music on Sundays
And the rest of the week

It gets bigger as I open the window
Waking up with “miracle”
At my perfect balcony

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