There are no thoughts anymore. Some kind of game is going on, I can feel it in the air. I won't try to understand it, all I can tell about it is the smell. I think it smells like rain.
No, there are no thoughts anymore. There's only a small breeze in my face.
"What?"
"Hmm, nothing."
"Hey, I'd pay you a candy if you tell me what you're thinking about."
"I'm not thinking! I'm done with that. Although you can lay over me and listen me breathe."
"Perfect!"
"Yeah, I agree."
...
Believe in the ideal, not the idol.
Culpados
Há 16 anos
1 comentários:
Lindo, lindo, realmente... Hey, I'd pay you a candy if you tell me what you're thinking about
pagaria bem mais q um doce.
Aliás, já paguei com a minha alma, sem ouvir um pensamento sequer! ;)
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