quarta-feira, setembro 15, 2004

...life and limb.

There is a country house somewhere I don't know, can't tell if it's true. It stands there like waiting for a moment. Others have been there, maybe not, i'll just imagine it that way. I only have a painted image of what it is, as white as it can be. Things seem to get easelly lost there, confused in the blur. Wish I had the chance. There's no other choice but risking...

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