2007 February:

2007 January:

Innuendo...

Is it summer still? Or is it winter yet?

Is it pain, that causes rain? Or is the rain, the cause of pain?

It's not easy to live and smile, to stand still and not cry, to pretend that everything is still something, when your love is missing

Eyes that meet one day, souls connect then blend, no need to explain.

When somehow love just desapeared, and loneliness took her lead, can we still grow to be someday someway whole?

A hand that touches one, a smile that heals someone, why should we explain?

When the heart went sweet then weak, and the light was searched then feared, can we still embrace the heat, passion thus before made us breathe?

Some dreams never end, illusion becomes a friend and there's always need to explain.