domingo, 9 de dezembro de 2007

While wandering the streets


- 'There is no moon in the sky but there's a heart..'
- 'Where?'
- 'In a place hard, but not impossible, to reach.'
- 'And..'
- 'And there's another heart. My heart and it is yours.'
- 'Another one? Don't get it..'
- 'There are two hearts. The second is trying to keep up the first's rythm. Oh God lets just wait and see what'll happen when they sincronize, beating for the same soul.'
- 'Does hearts belong to whom?'
- 'Someone in the past.'

[Hope I'm making it right]