mumumumumumummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

The night is white
Lots of sounds outside
Lots of sounds inside
I dream
I can’t dream
She is in the other side of the streat
I can’t touch her
One day and she goes, again
I can’t touch her
I can’t cry

Then, I can sleep again
But a very very little word without end in my mouth
In my heart
Mumumumumumumumumum

a piu
br, 7 de Novembro de 2012