terça-feira, 4 de março de 2014

walk

Andre Matos found the right words...allow me to repeat them here...
"...Little lady, your tale has an end
For your love to the skies was sent
He's turned into sparks that shine with the stars..."

A new beginning....couldn't be so far for so many years from it...maybe the time was tough with me...maybe I was tough with myself.

The butterfly rebirth...from the ashes I raise again...because of your eyes....because of my love...because now I can see....no coincidence, just life...as it always should be.

Nothing in vain...found my love...in all meanings.

No wrong ways....only following the sound of my heart beating.

The secret woman starts again....stars are blowing like words through the wind.