and we slow to acknowledge the knots in the laces
heart it races!
and we go back to where we moved out to the places
heart it races!
i bought it in a can and stirred it with my fingers
threw it out the window
lately you've been tan, suspicious for the winter
looks like little splinters
i sold it to a man
and threw him out that window he went boom
made his wife a widow
heart it races!
1 comentário:
lol.. :) as coisas que tu encontras..genial..ainda assim em fin architecture eu iria mais para um Saarinen ou um Aalto.. :)beijinhos grandes
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