segunda-feira, 4 de fevereiro de 2013

in english


You could be a condor

 merely a bird you are

since you left your wings

and refuse to fly.

 

I decried on you

Because your vision

was restraint

you seem to be

a teenager:

all complains.

 

So now, birdie bird

I found my way

(like Sinatra)

And it’s far from you

It is far

away.

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