How can the rain with my passion start burning! Changing the road can not cure my desire, - my Dear, flames can not cease, they are just turning from water to earth, from earth back to fire...
(From fire to tears, from tears to a pen, from pen to the rhymes and to fire again.)
Thursday, 9 January 2014
prostrados andámos
peixinho e eu
dei-lhe os pulmões
em troca de pele dourada