terça-feira, 11 de dezembro de 2012

hopelandic



(para a cristina)



smiling
spinning in circles
holding hands
the world is a blur
except when you're standing

dripping wet
completly soaked
no rubberboots
running inside of us
wants to burst out of the shell

wind in
and the smell of your hair
i hit as hard as i can
with my nose
jumping into a puddle
wearing no boots
completely soaked (dripping wet)
wearing no boots

and i get a nosebleed
but i'll always stand up again
(hopelandic)

and i get a nosebleed
but i'll always stand up again
(hopelandic)


1 comentário:

mãe de 3 disse...

Confesso que me comovi...Eu sou a velhota do gorro preto se tu fores a do vermelho. Quanto aos garbosos mancebos, agrada-me a proporção! Obrigada