quinta-feira, 29 de maio de 2008

"Life imitating art imitating life"

He wakes up in the morning,
Does his teeth, bite to eat, and he´s rolling.
Never changes a thing.
The week ends, the week begins.

She thinks: we look at each other
Wondering what the other is thinking,
But we never say a thing.
These crimes between us grow deeper.

Take these chances
Place them in a box until a quieter time.
Lights down, you up and die.

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