Sometimes is black. some other times i wished it could be white. There's the rainbow in my head and i am not quite sure with which colour i should paint my heart.
paint and wash.
paint again and wash again.
Don't stop painting.
clean water during the night....
it is everyday a new colour, everyday a new painter. Maybe one day i'll find out which one was on it the day you washed my heart away.
domingo, setembro 27, 2009
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beautiful...
Com a paleta da vida podes ir bem mais além das cores do arco-íris...
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