entre(m) dores

nesse sete seriam cinco.nesse desespero exasperou-se o abraço.nesse silêncio mastigou-se a dor.nessas lágrimas pesou-se o lamento.nesse caminho traçou-se o não vir.nesse fim fica a falta do que falar.nessa culpa resta a mim aceitar.

e sobram.

são sombras taciturnas a andar sozinhas.

They never met...

All these people drinking lover's spit
They sit around and clean their face with it
And they listen to teeth to learn how to quit
Tied to a night they never met

You know it's time
That we grow old and do some shit
I like it all that way

All these people drinking lover's spit
Swallowing words while giving head
They listen to teeth to learn how to quit
They'll take some hands and get used to it

You know it's time
That we grow old and do some shit
I like it all that way


(or not)