Wednesday, 12 October 2011

era um redondo vocábulo


the song that's singing in mind now

It was a round word, a rough sum. Waves were revealed watching all little brothers. Fingers brushes their hairs. Household's wastes. By the stairs of Laura the paint was falling into the empty cabinet. Bringing barbs, calling the phone, killing cockroaches. The anger grew, claiming revenge. By Laura's steps at the dance room... Outside the children were playing and Laura at the waiting room also educates the air...

16 comments:

valerie walsh said...

extremely soulful and beautiful!

asperezas said...

:) y e s

valerie walsh said...

have a nice Thursday :)

asperezas said...

:) have a lovely day

valerie walsh said...

and have yourself a lovely afternoon and evening :)

asperezas said...

:}

valerie walsh said...

i listened many times now, also to the song Liz played :)

asperezas said...

I believe you did 'cause I did the same for years and years :D

Liz posted a very tender song :)

Vítor Fernandes said...

Não conhecia a animação. Está soberba!

asperezas said...

Presta-se a uma interpretação que não imaginava assim, Pré :)
Um abraço!

valerie walsh said...

yes, i remember :} i love this so much!

asperezas said...

:D I know :)

valerie walsh said...

anyone that hears this would have to fall in love with this song. in my humble opionion that is :D

asperezas said...

:} it is not humble :)

valerie walsh said...

loving this again and again :}

asperezas said...

It's timeless :}
Have a nice Thursday :*