Measured by passenger

Be present in the atmosphere measured by passenger. mixtures of textures I find in myself
, Where transparency and brightness are faced with geometrical patterns of reality, the manufactures of humans. Under the slogan "imagine new dimensions" I accomplish my being,
try the supplement to the bathroom where I reveal. By far commend the accessories to life, these accessories that give peace to the reality that I encounter. Built-in lighting that which animates the person k am, skill and the art recognize and explore. The suite of being the body is where the soul is formed and projected to the world. Soul one that runs the length of space and time. Introduced elements of the authorship of the owner. Portuguese influences give the tone to be decoration.

Conversation Mirror

If you lie, I opened my mouth to be the eyes,
What is this I feel, ears, and what I feel.
If you do not lie close my eyes to be the mouth
Clean what I hear and touch what I feel.
If you lie.

Between dreams

Between dreams and words, pearl ear and desire to be with you.
Red hair in the words of a dream and a pearl earring.
The Blue kiss right there on the green in the background,
Beautiful well to close between lips and the desire to touch you.
The beauty, the moon goes full and whispering a poem.
Red passion from a distance, and a flower to remind you.

The land in the heart

When reading the colors that go from green to red, the pain is mixed changing cycles and time again, but what sweet lies, the feeling of lightning running through my veins and I'll never listen to me. The support wall, looking up into the ground, and tame a heart land of hot ash, and it on the floor. There in the theater of the third flight of stairs, the two joined hands to grasp the handrail of the colors that never gave way, when it is touched in this way

Stage

The piece is blank, and the promises of which I do not come.
I breathe to breathe again, when tasted in the air.
The night to come back with stories to claim to represent.
The sky may fall, I look forward to a stage where it can go.
I know that, no, no more.

Sweet

Sweet is the sin, comes with painted red lips
Scream without reaching voice, delicate as the pearls of the sea
Discover a wake up half naked and she was lying,
Your black hair away the silence of the night
Your eyes hulking bitter taste in my mouth.

Similar

Already departed so long and remains constant. Vulgar who it is contemplated and the like, each other and some have no alternatives. Insignificance of what I said is what I find target. Village where you are, far field for me. Open path in steps, suspected of agitation, are the sentences of a new chapter, cool in the letter that was illustrated in this village that one day I walked lost.

Slowly

The fire feels erased. The flames that guide me, do not feel well. Where you going when they just, theft your books with a smile. I read a worn love letter, The Wind carries it in the street one day in peace. Goes from input to output, repeats and disappears. Dream with open arms repeatedly until it becomes madness in my square. I write in uppercase heart these months when the fire appears to back away from here. Slowly slowly.

Color

Color my dreams, colors only one, clear, black woman in white on the heights rainbow the magic of your dance. Want me away from me when distortions words this magic box. The gesture of their color, scent strips in my nature and the word will get his own poetry hidden in passing, the surprise of your mouth.

one hundred years

I acted around here these days one hundred years and still hear a little of me clinging to my question. Lord of your stone taught. Now where are you bringing me to the top of the mountains or the seabed. Nothing strange near the same scenario, consists of nothing when you open the window. No love no glory, most of the time. Glass finally leave, you hear now?
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Fire

If I lie and she does not seem enough. Ies to leave because you do not give in to first person? But that romance, a third person, in person when I do not dismiss you. If I stay here because you would be with me? It burns when you first drawing in person. Forget the limits, I take leave of fear, when you look away, even if only for a few days. If you believe my arms to hug you because you do not believe in my fire to kiss you? My soul on fire burns the romance.