quinta-feira, maio 26, 2011

nowhere child

The only target
is beyond
A fresh taste
is all I long for.

When I look around
faces are fading,
there's no room
for them
to grow.

Keep walking
that's all I know
so many lovers -
they always go

Remains the silence 
                              - I understand -

A dusty road
is all I have.

Movement to keep,
pure heart
to go
outcast land,

where I belong...

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