segunda-feira, 26 de outubro de 2009

I and I

Looking at myself is looking at you
and having nobody to tell.
To breath is to wonder
where I have been, who I have been with, what I have been doing...
And when I think, I realize that suffering is twice as bigger
when you are one and one is half.


When I've got the blues
his smile brings me the beautiful yellow of the sunshine
and then, green of hope fills my soul and red of passion fills my heart.