terça-feira, 30 de novembro de 2010

The Hungarian Girl

It’s true

I don’t love you

It’s the gorgeous breast

Throw a valley of shadows I enter your bed of roses

All plastics out

Me and a little of you.

Walk, run

Touch, kiss

Like in a ancient legend

I know that skin

I eat from the sun

Seeing the Earth I never hold still

It’s true

I also love you

My sweet afternoon secret

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