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quarta-feira, 3 de novembro de 2010

Little Fast One

No, thanks, dear
I don't want to run with you
My legs would find it funny
but across our smiles
our hands
are felling cold.

No, thanks
I won't try to fly
I won't break the line
I prefer the same way
just because
we never had only breath

We never had blink
one to the other
slowly and
with grace.

Should we spend more time only playing with our eyes?

I think we should
I think we would
if there wasn't so many eyes
blinking with us
across the streets.

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