quarta-feira, 14 de abril de 2010

The other half of me

Sometimes we just need a second

To realize that the wall in front of us

Is nothing but a image

But Some kinda of ilusion

In between me and my self

There is a so much tenue line

That divides the almost obssesive devotion

Of the complete insanity

Once upon a time there was the beaulty

And There was a beast

Nobody knows what happened with the beast

In the end the beaulty was, maybe in security, in your tower.

Van Giersbergen

Oct. 29th

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