i'm here

[thiagom]

I am wondering alone with my self
My feeling has been crying
but do not ask me why
I can't get decisions

why everybory that i love, have to leave me?
why people don't believe me, just because i'm brazilian
and every brazilian is the same... I don't think so
I want to love, i wan to be loved
why Could I hurt my feeling?

life is moments
I can have fucking good moments but I have to
build it, i have to plan it, I'm saving all my lovin
to build my fucking special moments with my love.

my balcony is my templo where I wonder about my life
my computer is my tool, the words is my way
to express my feeling in other language that
isn't my mother's tongue make me lost

kinds of thought comes in my mind to say something
something that i can't express in my mother's tongue
but i felt, I saved it, i wonder about, i try to say
also doesn't make sense, becouse my culture is different
everybody is different, happenes is happenes, happenes in
your life made your person, your ideas, your dreans...
I keep my dreans very save in my awaraness