Lou Reed goes du du du du durudu and I smile. She tells me I'm so predictable and I tell her I know.
He told me I was his walk on the wild side or something about a train and blue windows and streets that wind and fall into each other. He told me some other things too, but the thing is, I say, but not to him, I never told him anything and now I wish I had, I don't want to be a walk on the wild side or something to nibble on.
Have me, I say, but not to him because I never told him anything and now I don't want to anymore, have all of me and make me home.
And Lou Reed goes hey, babe... and I smile.
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acho libertário
Quanto orgulho! Adoro ser tua mãe. Gosto muito da sua escrita!
beijos,
mamãe
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Ebaaa! eu apareci no Blog!!!
Te vejo no feriado priminha
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