quarta-feira, 6 de maio de 2015


If just a chance,
could take place,
from my inside,
forever replace,
the missing sight of your face,
drilling down this maze,
makes my mind trace...
remembering your face,
don’t stop this trace,
and reach this misplace,
my unsolved case,
where my heart apace,
of my life debased...
the missing sight of your face.

Forgive my mistake.

Rise to the land of free, home of brave.