Às vezes, encontro-me nas palavras dos outros. Mais raramente, nas minhas.
Por pura coincidência. Em pura coincidência.
15 de julho de 2008
Barefoot We took off our shoes In the middle of the hot city. And we looked so loose, Like newborn and pretty. With the same speed, if we could Free our thoughts for a while From their heavy boots — It would be easier, mile after mile, To leap barefoot into childhood.