domingo, 4 de agosto de 2013

This Night - Destroyer





"e da solidão da vida venho eu
encharcado até à medula
e tu, na tua doçura
acolhes-me em teus braços
e me enches de carinhos
repletos de ternura"...


Henrique Mário Soares

2 comentários:

nêspera disse...

All the neighbourhood angels,
are humming the psalms (hum along...)
to themselves again...
Oh, they seem to think that when you show up
you'd look good in somebody's arms…

Beijo :)

Henrique Mário Soares disse...

Oh, they seem to think that when you show up
you'd look good in somebody's arms…

boas férias, Beijo :)