domingo, 1 de fevereiro de 2009

Sunday morning

Sunday morning, praise the dawning

it's just a restless feeling by my side

early dawning, sunday morning

it's just the wasted years so close behind

watch out, the world's behind you

there's always someone around you who will call it's nothing at all

sunday morning and i'm falling

i've got a feeling i don't want to know

early dawning, sunday morning

it's all the streets you crossed, not so long ago

watch out, the world's behind you

there's always someone around you who will call it's nothing at all

watch out, the world's behind you

there's always someone around you who will call it's nothing at all

sunday morning

sunday morning

sunday morning

2 comentários:

  1. minha amiga queridita!!!
    eu fico lendo esses montes de poemas, queria era ter o dom de escrever mesmo o que guardo no peito, como diz a clarice. vontade de conhecer o novo, de ir para longe... de apagar algumas coisas e fazer de novo, fazer diferente.

    gosto de ver suas fotos suas palavras. vc é pura poesia! :)

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  2. vcs vao voltar para o brasil?

    vc usa msn? me adiciona: desvai@hotmail.com

    beijos

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