In the middle of a dark world
i tell you... its cold in here
In the middle of loneliness
I ask you... where is your warm hand that once hold mine and showed me the light?
Please, save me...
Hold me again
protect me with your arms around my body
so tired of this pain...
Sorry if I was desire...
You are Love!

Two doors
Happiness and sadness.
Happiness... pretending...
Sadness... memories...
Do you remember Philip Glass playing for us that day? (memories)
Now its just the soundtrack of my empty life (sadness)
Where is happiness then? I can't pretend...
So I show you my tears... Here, take them with you!
They are the rest of me...

Wild Horses

Childhood living is easy to do
The things you wanted I bought them for you
Graceless lady you know who I am
You know I can’t let you slide through my hands

Wild horses couldn’t drag me away
Wild, wild horses, couldn’t drag me away

I watched you suffer a dull aching pain
Now you decided to show me the same
No sweeping exits or offstage lines
Could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind

Wild horses couldn’t drag me away
Wild, wild horses, couldn’t drag me away

I know I dreamed you a sin and a lie
I have my freedom but I don’t have much time
Faith has been broken, tears must be cried
Let’s do some living after we die

Wild horses couldn’t drag me away
Wild, wild horses, we’ll ride them some day

Wild horses couldn’t drag me away
Wild, wild horses, we’ll ride them some day

What fun!
It seems that we are getting closer and closer.
I count the minutes, the hours or the days (sometimes) to be with you...
and I miss you... yes I miss you even when I am with you.
The question is...
how soon is now to start something serious?
We are both open... Should we close together?

Realmente somos saharouis!!! Viemos conquistar a terra que é nossa por direito!

http://bloco.org/ <- video feito pelo Bruno quando tivemos na Republica Arabe Saharoui Democratica.

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And I believe
I can see it all so clearly now
You must go and I must set you free
'Cause only that will bring you back to me
I know that it will happen
Because I believe in the certainty of chance

Sometimes at night the darkness and silence weighs on me. Peace frightens me. Perhaps I fear it most of all. I feel it's only a facade, hiding the face of hell. I think of what's in store for my children tomorrow; "The world will be wonderful", they say; but from whose viewpoint? We need to live in a state of suspended animation, like a work of art; in a state of enchantment... detached. Detached.