sábado, 13 de junio de 2009


Cronaím mé thú.
I miss you
I miss your lips your hands your tongue your song
singing everytime you and me and no more and nobody else
I miss you
The way you used to walk to watch to live to be
I miss you

sábado, 17 de enero de 2009


Once upon a life,
when the darkness and the beauty
live together
without fights or melancholy,
there was a little dragonfly,
a blue phoenix,
who spend her life
just living,
not for herself,
not for anything,
just waiting
if it was true
that the love will come to her.

The time went by
and no one appeared
and now she is still waiting,
waiting without mind, or live or memory,
the only thing that she jnow
is that she has to wait,
to wait,
to wait