If the love is pretty.
Prettier it is the passion
I do not only obtain to understand.
As you entered in my heart.

When eye in your eyes.
E I see them to shine.
I ask myself as they would be.
If you could to love me.

When eyes the stars.
E in you starts to think.
I am sad because I remember.
That in min these not to think.

When eye the stars.
E I remember your look.
I am sad to remember it to me.
That you would never go me to love.

If repair that my look.
He was imprisoned in the distant one.
It asks to me because it is not.
A little radiating.

Escrito por: sagres , às segunda-feira, fevereiro 06, 2006

Comentários:

• pah és PORTUGUES jezzz...
  i k tal textu portugues...ai ai s continuares axim klk dia o p.a tem k alargar pa caberem tds os teus fãs :P...
  bjs fika

  Comentado por  Anónimo, às 7:48 da tarde  

• Nem tenho palavras...fico muda neste fantástico blog!

  Comentado por  Anónimo, às 9:03 da manhã  

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