segunda-feira, 20 de agosto de 2012

The time has gone

I saw almost every morning in your eyes;
I walked in the same step as you;
I drank your smiles;
I cried because your absence;
I played the games of adults;
I believed that you and I belong here.

One day, in the middle of the night
I woke up listening to the words telling me:

You don´t know anything about the world.
You don´t know how to play, little child. 

“Some dance to remember, some dance to forget.”

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