sexta-feira, 3 de julho de 2009
But we live
The sky is cloudy, the outside doesn’t matters to me, actually, not even the outside, the inside or anywhere else. I don’t see anything new, nothing that I engage. I see a rotten world that is destroying itself with ridiculous and insignificant things. But life isn’t more than a passage, a cursed passage, where the good is covered with a mantle by the evil. And we live, deluded with a reality that we want but probably we will never get. But we live, between mistaken smiles, deep tears, misunderstood loves, we live.