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sábado, setembro 11, 2010

domingo, setembro 05, 2010

e lá se vai o verâo.



começaste em chamas, amadureceste com metáforas de sustento, e vais-te embora com saudades.

gostei de ti pá.

HOWL



"If you could only see the beast you've made of me

I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free...

Screaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart

Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart

My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in

You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to howl

(...)

Until I wrap myself inside your arms I cannot rest

The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound

I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallow'ed ground

(...)

A man who's pure of heart and says his prayers by night

May still become a wolf when the autumn moon is bright

If you could only see the beast you've made of me

I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free

(...)


Esta Florence devia ser presa..

obs: (ó banana desculpa o copy + paste)
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