terça-feira, 3 de novembro de 2009


And the clock tells her about the new day
The light blinds her during her pray
She wants to find a new way
She doesn't want to go, she wants to stay

Tooth, shower, coffee, milk and bread
And she feels sad
Maybe because of her bed
Or the traffic lights that are always red

And she works like crazy
She can't be lazy
Sometimes she can't even eat
How could she be sweet?

It's time to go home
Get the key and don't answer the phone!
She's thinking about her shower and dinner
How could she be thinner?

She has to sleep
And this time it has to be deep
To think about art
Maybe one day she will start

The coffee shop is in her mind
And the shoes store she wants to find
That movie in Africa and the gallery
Pieces of her diary

But the clock ends the dream once more
And another day opens the door.

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