sábado, 25 de abril de 2009


I do not know what I like to say to you,
Something is killing me but makes me live
Maybe it's love

It's your eyes or your way of being
Or the sadness that is if you go
Maybe it's love, perhaps

I do not know why, I know you
One word, one verse, one song
It is a mystery of my heart
I do not want to tell me no

Alive, you
It is the dream I have always
Alive, you
I can not find another better way of living
I do not know if it's love for you
I fear, I fear that it

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