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O Baú
de um ser inexistente . Sussurros e artes quiméricas
Algo sobre o que se chama de arte obscura. Um refúgio do mundo real e abstrações latentes em um baú.
quinta-feira, 10 de maio de 2012
quinta-feira, 3 de maio de 2012
Spending My Time
What's the time, seems it's already morning
I see the sky, it's so beautiful and blue
The tv's on but the only thing showing is a picture of you
Oh I get up and make myself some coffee
I try to read a bit, but the story is too thin
I thank the Lord above you're not here to see me
In this shape I'm in
Spending my time
Watching the days go by
Feeling so small, I stare at the wall
Hoping that you think of me too
I'm spending my time
I try to call but I don't know what to tell you
I leave a kiss on your answering machine
Oh help me please is there someone who can make me
Wake up from this dream?
Spending my time
Watching the days go by
Feeling so small, I stare at the wall
Hoping that you are missing me too
Spending my time
Watching the sun go down
I fall asleep to the sound
Of "tears of a clown"
A prayer gone blind
I'm spending my time
My friends keep telling me hey life will go on
Time will make sure I'll get over you ooh
This silly game of love
You play, you win, only to lose
I'm spending my time
Watching the days go by
Feeling so small, I stare at the wall
Hoping that you think of me too
I'm spending my time
Watching the sun go down
I fall asleep to the sound
of the Tears of a clown
A prayer gone blind...
I'm spending my time...
sexta-feira, 27 de abril de 2012
A world of nothingness
I dream in darkness
I sleep to die
Erase the silence
Erase my life
Our burning ashes
Blacken the day
A world of nothingness
Blow me away
terça-feira, 10 de janeiro de 2012
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