Well, I am a young man and I believe in God And I button my shirt right up to the top
And I read when I can, in the shade of the trees
And I buckle up good
And I always say please
But the wolf is at the gate and I’m reflected in his eyes
And his teeth are broken glass
His mercy is a lie
And when it snows, all the details disappear
And the days are long and grey
And the lights come on at 3
And the road down to the pharmacy - well, it may be beautiful but it’s a trap
And I read when I can, in the shade of the trees
And I buckle up good
And I always say please
But the wolf is at the gate and I’m reflected in his eyes
And his teeth are broken glass
His mercy is a lie
And when it snows, all the details disappear
And the days are long and grey
And the lights come on at 3
And the road down to the pharmacy - well, it may be beautiful but it’s a trap
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Já aqui vim contemplar esta foto algumas vezes. Um enigma, em tons de azul...
Sou visitante assiduo do seu blog... estando ja mesmo nos meus favoritos.
Recentemente inaugurei um de conceito semelhante ao seu:
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Azul gélido e geométrico fabuloso.
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