Echo, echo, echo(...)

sexta-feira, 3 de setembro de 2010

Poem


Today don't sleep
I'll sit in front of you and
look at your face as who sees an appearance admirable
I will touch your skin and
I will go to hear your sweet breath
I will be your sigh, your suplication, your chance

Talk to me about yourself
Talk about yourself as who begs
Cry out for me as who cries for a love
as who laments a hurt

Talk about yourself as who sing the day
as who hugs the time
as who has a passion

Talk to me about yourself and
I will be lost in our ugly divine world.

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