terça-feira, 26 de fevereiro de 2008


I wish I was
born a lager
born fresh,
stuck in a barrel.
I wish
I was a single mother
All pains,
no baby
none of this
silly talk
will ever make me change,
trust reality
or love my friends
who always see to it
that I never feel alone
or get tempted
to steal their deep remembrances
of jokes, games
laughter and fun

brilliant journeys
useless fights
don't bother to start
all over again
time might have come
to make you all happy
and cheerful again