there's nothing rare, yet nothing common,
in her way of spreading her lips, so joyfully, but so calmly,
in her way of staring at nothing somewhere around,
in her way of opening her arms in a hug, with no reason at all...
how could I save these little things from the waterfall of time?
I don't know, but I have something for sure:
as long as my heart beats, and my soul agrees,
all things about her will breathe with me.
Vi que se interessa por literatura, por isso deixo aqui o convite para que aceda ao meu blog. Talvez goste. Abraço.
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