FUCK!

love is a place

there's spring in the air
they're sweeping the streets
wind is a breeze
the sun becomes her he agrees

what's holding up her face?
nothing but blue skies
passage ways to windows
that don't close

where do you live?
love is a place
where are you from?
she says, ask yourself ask anyone
what's holding up her face
nothing but blue skies
passage ways the mind's eye
contemplates



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qual é o gosto de ter sempre essa atenção?

O que me entristece é a certeza de que, quando o fizer, será de maneira abrupta. Assim, eu não precisarei me preocupar com o que irão pensar ou sentir, e permanecerei protegida pelo meu egoísmo.


E continuarei assombrada pelo fantasma do dano que causei à ela.

no som, Los Hermanos, pra eu poder calar a boca e dormir. Tenho muito o que aprender.

Eu não sei por que ainda faço isso comigo.

[...]

Bob: Can you keep a secret? I'm trying to organize a prison break. I'm looking for, like, an accomplice. We have to first get out of this bar, then the hotel, then the city, and then the country. Are you in or you out?

Charlotte: I'm in. I'll go pack my stuff.

Bob: I hope that you've had enough to drink. It's going to take courage.







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