Storia d´amore

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Silva

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pupil

friend who cares

“When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.”  

—	Henri J.M. Nouwen

Violet Eye

Back to front

If I woke up in the mornin' and the world was back to front
There was sunshine in the evenin' and the moon came out for lunch
I wouldn't mind walkin' backwards with you at least we'd always know where we'd be goin' to
We could talk till we forget how to talk and we could learn to laugh again like when we were children
We could learn to dance again like nobody is watchin'
If everyone was gettin' young there'd be a smile on your face
If all the friends that passed away came back to this place
We'd be puttin' down the daisies drinkin' milk and feelin' lazy
There's no sense in any senses what's the use in independence?
We could play of the tears that came
We could walk till we forget how to walk
And cool till we forget anything at all
We could learn to look right into each others eyes 'cause we got nothin' to hide
Back to front, front to back
Will you come backwards with me?

Things that don’t need to be clarified.

ferris bueller's day off

Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it. -Ferris 

The Wreckage

Speeding into the horizon dreaming of the sirens
Wishing for broken glass on a highway
It could be so easy
 The rhythm, rhythm of an engine always makes me empty
See the headlights coming at me can't help but wonder
Flying, flying in slow motion
The wind through my hair and ripping through the scenery of the wreckage
It is my secret need
Speeding into the horizon dreaming of the sirens
Wishing for broken glass on a highway
It could be so easy

You belong

Lazy