Porque é aqui que há de nascer
e gerar frutos a minha e a sua eterna
ignorância. Aqui que há de encontrar a
vitalidade e o sustento máximo para a
sua loucura. Aqui vive, agoniza, mas não
morre o nosso egoísmo e a nossa faceta
que imprime necessidades.
Três vivas e saudações ao seu umbigo.

terça-feira, novembro 19, 2002

I won't smoke and I won't say -good bye.

Sometimes you're wrong, and sometimes you're ok.
I wanted to listen some words. Some cute words, had you know it, you would have helped me.
Sometimes you need go, and sometimes you thing you can't love so.

The door have an opening.
If you had asked me, I would close some day.

...I won't do nothing more whether you want it or not.
Maybe you stay. Maybe you won't.
I want to take you, but I don't.