As palavras são como cerejas...

Wednesday, April 18, 2007


there he was. this strange little boy, with sad brown eyes. I watched him over and over again in those sunny days. I really couldnt understand. why he sat there, while we were playing? why did he resist when i called him to play with us? I didnt get you little boy, with your great, yet sad, brown eyes. now i know.. you're just a little devil..

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

só pra deixar um grande beijo a uma grande escritora. tens o dom da palavra. gosto particularmente deste texto, faz-me lembrar alguem. beijo*

March 01, 2009  

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