terça-feira, 15 de julho de 2008

Words out...

... otherwise, there is the land.

How far could we go without any hope?
Indeed have I preferred the English meaning...
not the Portuguese one that has implicit the idea of "waiting so long..."

I feel like this first drives us to something "moving".
That`s what I need nowadays: a motif, anything makes me move out!
Sailing to my dream land, its exaggerations... and truths.

Looking for a way of being well again,
I follow the immigrant heart will of happiness!

I sail... my voice out.

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