sexta-feira, 6 de novembro de 2009


There's no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard
No song that I could sing but I can try for your heart
Our dreams and they are made out of real things
Like a shoebox of photographs with sepia-toned loving
Love is the answer at least for most of the questions in my heart
Why are we here? And where do we go? And how come it's so hard?
It's not always easy and sometimes life can be deceiving
I'll tell you one thing, it's always better when we're together

1 comentário:

Bacouca disse...

Querida Di,
Somente quando desistimos "do que deveria ser" podemos experimentar a profunda paz "do que é"!
Milles

 
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