segunda-feira, janeiro 12, 2009
(So apropos: saw death on a sunny snow)
For every life... forgoe the parable.
Seek the light... my knees are cold.
(Running home, running home, running home, running home...)
Go find another lover; to bring a... to string along!
With all your lies, you're still very lovable.
I toured the light; so many foreign roads for Emma, forever ago.
Indicação infalível, como sempre, do André.