terça-feira, 1 de setembro de 2009


I love you, and wait for a long time.
I make mistakes and know that you are almost an illusion, that feeling has not changed, that feeling has not passed.
When I'm alone, I suffer for not being at his side, not knowing who we really are.
Every moment was recorded in our history built.
I make mistakes, but no error is enough to make you forget ... I love you ... is with you I want to be, 16 years now ... almost 9 months, and years will pass, will be folded pages, will be forgotten, erased ...
I remember when I sat beside him, when they smile, we kiss, when we were looking at ...
Time always passes, the shadows are ...
What will be going forward? I lost some time, or have gained enough time.
What really is it? Looking for an answer, who are you in my life, who you are. is part of my reality or illusion. Are you, are you the farthest, most important, the star that never have ...