quinta-feira, 24 de julho de 2008

Flow of Life

There is a time
when words are useless,
and feelings are here and there,
feeling you all
without leaving any place
for being rational, intellectual. . .

There is a timewhen you do not say, my love,
when love has no meaning,
when everything goes by,
without asking permission
to be here or to go there. . . .

There is a time
when you feel pushed to nowhere,
when life goes towards the unknown
and you just ask to go fast and fast,
to arrive there and perhaps, restart again. . . .

Rejane Planer

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