melvioleta

 "And I learned what is obvious to a child. That life is simply a collection of little lives, each lived one day at a time. That each day should be spent finding beauty in flowers and poetry and talking to animals. That a day spent with dreaming and sunsets and refreshing breezes cannot be bettered. But most of all, I learned that life is about sitting on benches next to ancient creeks with my hand on her knee and sometimes, on good days, for falling in love. " NS :heart:

:heart:I'm alone can't wait until I feel your rain so unreal can't find another place of your rain I believe I still believe in your warm rain I'm alone can't sleep until I feel your rain How can I find Love, Faith and Trust inside of your rain so unreal, can't find another place of your rain I believe I still believe in your warm rain so untrue help me to find through your warm rain I send out my wishes you gave me promises why don't you feel the same (I'm sad, I feel like a little child, somebody left, there is no rain) Oh no, I'm waiting how about your rain? I can't believe I still believe in your rain like in heave

Pintei a noite, de tons escuros, onde as luzes explodiram, com um simples toque de uma agulha fatalmente aguçada. Tu, encontras-me ao pé dos sapatos de um vagabundo. Encosta-te ao meu ombro. Um toque de lábios, percorreram-no, soltando meras vontades proibidas. "Amo-te", dizes tu, encharcando cada letra soletrada. O meu coração isola-se e digo: adeus às noites. E perco-me dentro do fumo que tu próprio soltas-te.