sábado, 6 de março de 2010

Summer


She never ever says nothing. She prefere the silence, just like me. But when she talks, someone should be grateful, I mean, that never happens, so, when it does, is because it's important. Her-mine words means something really personal, really deep, just like a secret. But in the movie he knows that, and he believes in that moment, he is so happy, she trust in him. That words mean the world for him. But this is real life, here nobody pays attention in my words no matter how deep, how magic they are. How secret and pure. They are just words here. And that's all.

Every day, in every word, she dies a little, she cries a little.

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Damien Rice ~

Cried when she sould and she laughed when she could ~