terça-feira, 11 de janeiro de 2011

Goodbye.

This is goodbye but I'll never forget you, tomorow?
 Is just another day 

«what do you expect from me, after these takes … after this
what do you dream .. in the afternoon ..
i'll never know .. .what's in your head.
 (...)
you …. you stole a page from the blanks
how do you weigh all of our fears
typical, isn't it typical
that someone like me would invite you in

we took a drive in the country
your photographs were never mine
slapped in the face by the questions
posed by these gravel lines»


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