tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709781083798253842.post3077057645950040888..comments2022-11-20T10:04:54.106+00:00Comments on Música Morta, Pesadelo Número Um: Poem of the day: About Death and Other ThingsAna Oliveirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08323038108429883401noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709781083798253842.post-38392874802062926212010-07-11T13:55:44.284+01:002010-07-11T13:55:44.284+01:00A whole race doomed to paradoxal existence. Fighti...A whole race doomed to paradoxal existence. Fighting to be better, fighting to be happyer, struggling to overcome all the splinters stucked underneath my nails. Just let them stay. I'll be inside of one for the rest of my days anyway... where the moist, the dirt and loneliness wiil never leave me alone. Well my friends, my campaign doesn't worth a dime, cause I'll be next to her for the rest of my days. So why not went near her right away? Yeah, why won't i run to her arms? Delivering myself to my rotten fate. We are much less than we think we are. We gasp for air while inside our stupid little lie, called life. In Death, the sun don't shine, and the moon don't move. <br /><br />Forever yours, McDeath.JSimãohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17285030654792775722noreply@blogger.com