sexta-feira, 23 de janeiro de 2009

A simple question demand a long answer.

When it happens,
I become fragile.
I lose my agile,
All the happiness

May you do something?
Could we figer it out?
To do a new bringing
And make many about.

I'm considering to get off
Just away from it all
And never look back, shall
I make it run of

A simple life.

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