sexta-feira, 7 de junho de 2013

128* days

You just don’t know when someone can appear out there.
Riding on the road, streets or avenues, full of holes, the challenge is to keep avoiding, jumping, trespassing...and sometimes flying.
The pain touch you, but you ignore all that bullshit about some years ago
The doubt, can misguide you, even the path is all clear on mind
And descends, the Heavens open, from nowhere, since last time can’t remember exactly when.
And she comes to give the hand.
No, refuse it, you need your own.
In the turn of the tide, she’ll ride with you...until the end.

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