que a chuva molha, que o fogo consome, que o vento leva, que o tempo apaga...
sexta-feira, agosto 22, 2008
quando faltam as (nossas) palavras
Precious and fragile things Need special handling
(...) Things get damaged Things get broken I thought we'd manage But words left unspoken Left us so brittle There was so little left to give Angels with silver wings Shouldn't know suffering
(...) If God has a master plan That only He understands I hope it's Your eyes He's seeing through
(...) Depeche Mode, Precious