Certa noite, certo dia.
Certo olhar, certo beijo.
Certo céu, luar, estrelas, certo amor.
Incerto tempo, incerto sonho.
Incerta química, incerta cor.
Incerta companhia, lembranças, dor, incerta paixão.
Certo como és incerto.
Incerto como és certo.
"Quero outra vez um quarto todo branco e um par de asas. Mesmo de papelão." Caio Fernando Abreu
terça-feira, 11 de agosto de 2009
I Feel a Little Spaced Out♫
"You know I feel a little spaced out
I can't hardly see my feet on the ground
I hear voices from the outside
All I wander is if you care about me
Oh my God, I wish I could talk to you
And tell those things that I know by heart
Then I'll get much closer and kiss your lips
You might think I'm fresh
But if you please don't take me wrong
All I want is that you get to want me
Don't take me wrong"
By: Mutantes
I can't hardly see my feet on the ground
I hear voices from the outside
All I wander is if you care about me
Oh my God, I wish I could talk to you
And tell those things that I know by heart
Then I'll get much closer and kiss your lips
You might think I'm fresh
But if you please don't take me wrong
All I want is that you get to want me
Don't take me wrong"
By: Mutantes
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