I have been walking in this long road
since I was born into myself.
Every each sun, I look to horizon
waiting to find anything but the sea.
There's some phrase, and sometimes I do not remember its,
that makes me realize:
Maybe a girl... Perhaps a woman.
Maybe I was too much selfish
but things was happening inside me
and I keep on making things that will never help me.
I never lied to others, I lie just for me.
Lying, I remain down, never missing my sadness.
Downcast I am. I know it.
I still walking, sometimes on the walkway.
Forgive me, fellow.
My life does not belongs to you.
21/06/06
[Maus tempos em que estive apaixonado. E como de se esperar, nada mais do que um falso encantamento pueril. Para um amigo ver que já senti como é. Sei como é. E não gosto de como é.]
