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domingo, 17 de abril de 2011

Some lines...

You were an electric storm, dancing with the rain,
but I was just a thunder, shining for a while,
and then falling down the dark stairs of madness,
where light it´s just hope, who lost his meaning,
and stars can´t be seen, for a lack of good seeing.

You were the thunderbolt who break through the clouds,
in a thousand grades
crossing my heart, like sparks among my neurons;
and dying in drying lights...they tend to dissapear.
There was no better end.

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