sábado, 24 de janeiro de 2015

Hybrid


Dois mil e seis
Funny old year. Quem diria,
Que seria você a correr e eu a ficar a ver navios.
Não lembro se chorei um rio,
But the cracks took a while to heal. And I would have waited.
Oh, I would have waited

If only you had said the words.
Mas você as guardou para meses depois
Numa carta que chegou
When nothing else could change.
When I was no longer me,
When I was no longer free,
When I was no longer yours.



Nicole Rodrigues

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