quarta-feira, 19 de março de 2014

The way we kiss

A metaphor. Love always begins like this. Gather my 80´s youth nostalgia, a one "so soft and lonely"  and some big hands playing bass. Music to hear, to dance and to the heart.
The urgency. Always. But now, even bigger than it is. Just a year here and a huge thirst of having everything at the same time now. Everyday seemed friday to me and I was dreaming of Mary Poole. Run and jumped in. Confused by the blue, thought it was the water dept. But it was thursday and he didn´t care about me.
I try to laugh about it hiding the tears in my eyes.