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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