07 janeiro 2012

rasgos




Atingiu-lhe as costas, de mão aberta. O braço dele rasurou-lhe o cabelo. Resguardou-lhe o aroma, deixando de percepcionar o seu, impetuoso e voraz. Nele, sente a falta da sua gargalhada ampla e do sorriso rasgado.



Sometimes it’s ok
To just be
Don’t worry if you are
You are free
We are not talk
We are not words
It’s not necessary to speak
To be heard

And when the world seems too much
Remember that two souls can touch.

Sometimes it’s ok
To not think
Though it seems like a world of not love,
But things
There is peace in the shadows
Hope in the cracks
There is comfort in a gentle hand
On your back

And when the world seems too much
Remember that two souls can touch.

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