quinta-feira, 22 de setembro de 2011

I read bad poetry into your machine
I save your messages just to hear your voice.

You always listen carefully to awkward rhymes
You always say your name, like I wouldn´t know it's you
At your most beautiful.

At my most beautiful, 
I count your eyelashes secretely 
With every one, whisper I love you
I let you sleep
I know you're closed eye watching me, listening
I thought I saw a smile. 

Os  R.E.M acabaram. Mas deixaram (-me) este hino ao amor. Obrigada.

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