Gorgeous

When you said:

- Wake up and close it.

I was laying down on your shouder...

Deaf and blind.

You are the window,

the pain

The Hole,

the way...

Blue walls, blue sheets,

Blue veins... black eyes...

All together in this moment we´re

in

We are not as crazy as we think

We are not as sad as yesterday...

We won´t say anything more:

We are just like leaves.

Saulo Feitosa, Janeiro de 2010