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_ segunda-feira, maio 08, 2006 _


as cortinas trespassadas pela luz da rua, o quarto vazio, a janela entreaberta, o embalo das cortinas. o cabelo dele no pescoço dele. ele a pensar no filme (o que está para trás é um filme).

João | 20:43 |

4 Comments:

At 11/5/06 09:04, Anonymous João said...

Honey wants posession of my heart
Want to know the secret of my dreams
Doesn't understand my treachery
I know I love him forever or until I find another boy

La La La La La La
La La La La La La

Honey wants the sole keys to my love
Wants to know the reasons why I'm feeling good
Doesn't understand me when I say
I love him everyday or at least until this feeling goes away

La La La La La La
La La La La La La

Honey holds his breath and waits to see me
Contrast me when his back is turned
He locks the door I steal the key
But honey knows I never lie and I'll be his until this feeling dies

 
At 11/5/06 14:58, Blogger João M said...

 
At 11/5/06 19:46, Anonymous Anónimo said...

É impressao minha ou respondeste ao teu proprio post?

 
At 11/5/06 20:01, Anonymous Anónimo said...

É impressão tua.

 

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