quarta-feira, 4 de fevereiro de 2009

smiles... lights... dreams...


It was late... another fucking day, looking to a fucking screen... the only thing that is not "fuckable" is the women, but is a good sight to the eyes...

When I arrive home, and open the door... I'm all alone.
The house is drowned in darkness, and like a blind man I walk, transforming my life in darkness...

I take off my clothes, and naked I look a to the mirror... The darkness hides me...

Suddenly, something glows...
a sharp object...
then... blue eyes
then... blinks of some beautiful big eyes...
one smile... another smile, and other... unreachable smiles...
but... smiles of light... a light that shows my naked body full of scars, all wet because of my tears...

Tears... tears for each one of the lights that surrounds me, lights that I see and I can't reach...

Suddenly, darkness again, and I fall on my knees, tired, angry, sad...
and like a little child lost alone in the world, I fall asleep in the pool of my tears

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