sábado, 18 de fevereiro de 2012

SENSELESS WITHOUT TENDERNESS.

SENSELESS WITHOUT TENDERNESS.

A life without sense and without tenderness
The more diverse and painful time
How much could capricious
Undoubtedly to feel what is sought,
My song is translated into bitterness,
Leaving behind the immense pleasure
What can dream beyond the darkness
Trace the pathway me calm and pure,
May very well at this moment
And in the night always comes vacancies
Marking each step toward this end,
Does not want to believe in another scenario,
Do not even the illusion, a mere privateer,
That invades the heart without more brokenness.

LOURES

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