domingo, 15 de outubro de 2006
SENTIDOS III
SENTIR
Let me be
In this comfort zone
You make just
For me
The streets are a domesticated hell
Your voice speaks of velvet
People’s faces talk of madness
Your eyes sound like sweet sadness
I come in to you
To be warmed like no other
In your comfort zone
You make like a mother
It feels like melting
Inside this breath
When your words reach my eyes
It feels I’m blessed
You let me rest
In this comfort zone
And be my best
I need not be strong
Let me fade
In between your fingers
Let me reach
The moment that lingers
Time stands still
In your comfort zone
I’m never so real
In that almost but never
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