domingo, 25 de abril de 2010

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going
by
forgotten roads
of past days
lost
lost on the rain
lost in the water
eating moments
after devoured books
the same stories
the same corners
the same forbidden places
i learned to dream
between games
and lessons
and silent notes
my favourite silent notes
made by someone
with or without
staccato or legato
described
on a tree
on the tiniest leaf on the tree
of your private garden

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