quarta-feira, 18 de fevereiro de 2009


Lack of time. Excusing, laughing, looking... no one, at nowhere.
Lost in words, lost in time, lost in myself.
Everything... too obsolete. Nothing.

Just with a shock, I realized. Dreams can't be true, and nightmares too.

Missing the breeze, running from my dreams and nightmares.
Someone, something... taking it from me.

Cold blood, cold mind. Missed that too.
Not totally, I recognize.

Freedom feeling... almost licking the perfection.

Alone... in time.
I'm free again.
Someone, or something will be subtracted from my life... but, some prizes will come.

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