quinta-feira, 16 de abril de 2009


if i could break my heart
into little pieces of dreams
i would know you from the beggining
i would turn myself in you

i fell the breath of nature
telling me things from the past
it is a kind of intuition
i know my heart is cloudy
i know the color of your blues
i just don't know when to stop
and when to cry

the sun takes your inner sun
the sky is angry, the gods fell sorry
something tells me that
your love is full of hate
and there's always a place in destiny
for two little dreamers
and two little divers of heart's ocean

my heart is like the ocean
but the water can't break the stone

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