“A poesia não se entrega a quem a define.


Mário Quintana


segunda-feira, 16 de janeiro de 2012

Palavra do Dia!

Where?

I'm trembling, everything is shaking here, feel like vomiting

Where's the world I used to live?

Where are the people I used to love?

The smile was wiped off with a large spoon that bad medicine

The city stole the beautiful colors of the rainbow

And inside of people everything is gray

I want to run out

I find everything I lost

Where's the world I used to live?

Where are the people I used to love?

In the church bell still rings

The bell that made ​​me look to God

The music that I never forgot

But many others can not hear

Where's the world I used to live?

Where are the people I used to love?

I lie, I'm getting dizzy

Everything is so different

I remember when I was a child

It was beautiful the world I used to live

They were all around that I used to love

I'm trembling, everything is shaking here, I feel I must sleep

To visit the world I used to live

Find all the ones I used to love

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