Phalavra

Love that burns…



O som flui nos meus ouvidos…

Brutal, babei um pouco do meu rum, o som martela nos meus ouvido:

“Would you love me tomorrow

Like you say you love me now

Would you love me, would you love me tomorrow

Like you say you love me now

When the flames of your flesh have stopped

burning….”

Não espero uma noite fácil com a minha princesa, fuck para as discussões, o piano ferve com o groove…love that burns…

Nem a proposito o meu Pais está em chamas, totally fucked, canadairs on the air flames from hell on the ground, love that burns but no one see him… smells like Camões and:

– Amor é fogo que are sem se ver;

Porra quê Grande treta,

– Chavalo estás a falar de quê?

– De Camōes, dasse, Camōes mongo…

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