sábado, 28 de março de 2009

Believe

Fool if you believe in the traps of a passion / / walk through the softness of an imaginary world / That without regard to any reason / / vision, discharge or load a lonely life / How can we find something firmly in sand / What to do to walk by so inconsistent soil / Uncertainties of a fanciful universe / / How many illusions experienced, shared and no one remains faithful consolation / advance life so that he / chimeras there isn't / / If the left was pain in me / It would be better not believe in love / We would not have a fragile heart to macular / / Establishing the death as an end.
Cleberson Williams, Ago. 9 2004

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