The Curse Of My Own Words

Saturday, Saturday, Saturday,
you got the Sun on prime,
with a fresh wind,
and she was there, smiling gorgeous,
(when I remember get me chills),
and I still complain Time didn't stopped to back me up.
Five, 10 minutes laughing,
me dropping some words to take couple of smile for the bedtime.
A palm was the wall of a secret,
when the voices started to get lower, and then stopped.

(silence)

Opened eyes back,
again she with that killer smile,
don't be shy, come here...

(silence)

Like her lips, the Breeze ran smooth,
the Palm sang, while was the wall of a secret.


- R.I.P. 2007 -

Days and nights back

(Saturday, May 29, 2010)

I used to talk with her until the Moon got tired,
I used to listen her mourn,
in the day, or the night,
I used, until the War came...

I used to take pictures of candies (for her),
I used to draw her name with stars,
I used to feel something for her,
actually, "I used to love H.E.R.".
Until one day,
when the Sunshine didn't came,
and the Skies were not same,
was the sign of the end.



- R.I.P. Hope & Care -
03/23/2005
- R.I.P. Believe -
11/06/2007