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não há erros gramaticais ou morais, há maneiras de pensar. eu escrevo a dançar pateticamente uma musica sem som!

quinta-feira, fevereiro 24, 2005

paper airplanes

earth is falling to the ground like a floating piece of paper made airplane flying down the mountains in a landscape of complete decay.
i completely remember my childhood like today... as i watched the paper airplane circling and making beautiful rainbows in my mind, sometimes you can catch a glimpse of the plane going up with a big help from a furious furious wind! Sadly nothing defies the power of fucking gravity…

gravity like a god
is there just to hold you down, just to push you down…

as you fall down and for a moment you seem to forget the harsh reality until your bones crack to the sound of the man made asphalt!!
built just for fast traveling, asphalt is now made to crack human bones! airstrip for paper airplanes, coffin for all living things…

and as gravity was invented to stop dreams from flying to reality men decided that dreams are a danger to human control of the universe…
as dreamers fought for freedom of all, control maniacs decided to put an end to this life, so little by little I see earth disappearing like ashes in a fire!

earth is dying but they can never end our dreams… and i’ll dream every day, every hour, every minute, every second!
you are killing all there is but nothing will stop me… i don’t care about you anymore…

join me and with dreams no one will catch us…


parede pintada e foto tirada por joana sa pereira