sexta-feira, 3 de outubro de 2014

The words that I would like to tell you



In the morning, in a sunny day, flowers with dew drops in my garden, you called and asking me why didn´t I write about you anymore. 


I usually write about what is within me, what I feel.


And…  You are not fuck, fuck, fuck living here anymore.
  




The end. 


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