quinta-feira, 16 de setembro de 2010

this is.

"Whenever the world is alive,
not dreaming,
not crying.
Maybe on fire,
or maybe just tired.
The face will be revealed.
The sorrow will come to an end.
I'll get underneath your pale skin.
And hope will become more than a word.
'Till there's no turning back,
'till life becomes death,
'till your eyes see the truth behind these iron walls.
No sense at all shall exist,
only words.
And for that matter, that's all."

(A.B. Giordano)

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