domingo, 8 de fevereiro de 2015
What name do you
call to this sharp arrows that hurt so much all inside of me? It was love, at first. Then it rained black,
all landscapes black. Blocks of stones fell into my feet, I just laid down like a
dead language. I tried to speak new words and after there was a sea of some
light. But then I started to jump in the bed screaming, for a long time: I
wished the death of your skin. But instead, I wanted you to save me. Save me.
So many days and so many nights alone inside of a house of darkness, my only desire was
to see you. Funny how things are, in the end love was gone and that desire was
vanished. What name do you call to sharp arrows that hurt so much all inside of me?
Bianca
Tormento
o meu em lágrima que corre rápida, ela fala este désespoir de viver no lado
errado, se eu pudesse estava entre as nuages rose que vivem livres mesmo por
cima de mim. Conheces o meu nome? Será muito comprido para tu o comprendre? Tormento
o meu em lágrima que derrama a douleur, ela não quer calar o veneno que golpeia
as minhas veias, veneno que entra pelos teus mordimentos em flecha. Conheces a
minha riqueza? Ela está mesmo à tua frente e tu voyage lançado para outro
poiso.
Beatriz
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