On a sense of order I try to feed my thoughts on the bloody lime.
- Ohhhh.... Vicious rascals of time.
- Give me green fields forever.
- Surround me with hope.
On an oasis of stawberry and wild fruit; I seek virtuosness on a cup of tea.
- Where are you vicious boy of wonder?
- Where's my head?!
Hammering towars emptyness; I suddenly realize that I haven't lost hope on the lost lime of wisdom.
- Release me; PLEASE................
(Text: Manuel Espirito Santo)
(Image: Rodrigo de Oliveira)
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
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