sábado, junho 14, 2008

Sentaste e deparaste-te com a confusão, tocaste-me e percebeste que estava a sonhar.


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Anónimo disse...

And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust...

Out in the garden where we planted the seeds
There is a tree as old as me
Branches were sewn by the color of green
Ground had arose and passed it's knees :)