[Rachel Whiteread_House]
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Estás a construir a tua casa onde pensei que estavam os meus alicerces: Raízes ergo-sustentadoras, saindo-me da vida-desejo.
Cortaste-me essas raízes debaixo da terra: um corte fatalmente cirúrgico nas veias fundamentais.
A seiva deixou de me correr no sonho: Resta-me deixar secar o desejo e cair podre no chão.
5 comentários:
es 1 lindo com uns instintos feios. qui passa?
ju
As raizes estão sempre dentro de nós.. E somos sempre mais e maiores do que pensamos.. No teu caso.. triplica esse 'grande e maior' que penses.. :)
Black Eyed Boy
No I don't lack ambition
Can't you see what I hate
That it's you who is sinking
Locked behind iron gates
You should know
You're falling into fiction
I can tell
You're on some foolish mission
You're black eyed soul
You should know
That there's nowhere else to go
My black eyed boy
You will find
Your own space and time
You call me superstitious
Tie me up with your deceit
I could never be malicious
Though I seem so bittersweet
You should know
You're falling into fiction
I can tell
You're on some foolish mission
You're black eyed soul
You should know
That there's nowhere else to go
My black eyed boy
You will find
Your own space and time
Black eyed soul
You should know
That there's nowhere else to go
My black eyed boy
You will find
Your own space and
Time
Yeh, you should know
You're falling into fiction
I can tell
You're on some foolish mission
You're black eyed soul
You should know
That there's nowhere else to go
My black eyed boy
You will find
Your own space and time
Black eyed soul
You should know
That there's nowhere else to go
My black eyed boy
You will find
Your own space and time
Black eyed soul
You should know
That there's nowhere else to go
My black eyed boy
You will find
Your own space and time
ou um feio com instintos muito lindos?
passa nada!
POr acaso não é má ideia não senhor, e depois sempre se pode usar esse podre como estrume para fertilizar as couves da nova casa...
Afinal eram só couves, já viste?
Henry boy
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