The hours
The present
The moments
The voices...
I try to escape
But I look to your eyes...
I change my ideas...
Let some lights in...
An ordinary day...
The ceremony doesn't matter...
What keeps me going...?
What keeps you going...?
The thought of our happiness.
Why somebody has to die?
"And then the rest of us will value life more
contrast!
the poet will die
the visionary"
"The idea that somebody could disappear"
Marcações de tempo
The love...
The years...
The hours...
They disppear if you don't live