Sunday, November 1, 2009


It was a raining night and we walked thought the rain.
Our faces were wet and our skin cold...
But our heart was burning
and the dreams were traveling to or from the mist.

We dreamed a child's dream of innocence,
but the innocence was lost...
Where is this lost city I live when I dream?? Who am I ??
When I will wake-up or dream? What is reality?

How much I miss the things I´ve never done.

Ary Dias

1 comment:

Metal said...

Muito bonito, mas acho que, infelizmente, a realidade é a rotina que vivememos todos os dias aqui no Brasil. E acho que só nos sonhos o mundo é perfeito.

sua filha

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