quarta-feira, 17 de agosto de 2011

Morning Glory

You're everywhere.
Inside a car, suddenly you appeared.
Turning around the corner,
Respectful as a Morning Glory,
Vanished from skies,
Living in a world garded by men.
A superticious race looking for perfection.
You represent every sacred things I know.

Faith. Hope. Love

But,
As a foreigner in your own land
You teached me every sinful things I have learned to adore.

Atraction. Passion. Sex.

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