sexta-feira, 18 de julho de 2014



Walking the sun
making shine the weather filled by.

The river is way big for I to swim.

The plane grows above me
and I travel with it.

Behind me the train passes
and some bicycles too.

Movement it's my quest
and standing beside it my doom.

For I just stand and feel
I don't move.

Only love makes me move.

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