A thing called love
This feeling I have when I look above
Watching the stars surrounding the moon
And knowing that you're looking at the sky too
A thing called love
A mix of feelings, goose bumps and butterflies
Two passionate hearts and two minds full of dreams
This thing called love that brought us together
A thing called love
That makes me sing and dance for no reason
That makes me think about you every night
And my subconscious begins to have happy images again
A thing called love
That everybody sees, but not everyone feels
That makes us cry, smile, scream or blush
And drowns you into mystery, passion and desire
Liliana Gouveia
August 15, 2011
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- wawa awora
- All my life I had been looking for something, and everywhere I turned someone tried to tell me what it was. I accepted their answers too, though they were often in contradiction and even self-contradictory. I was naive. I was looking for myself and asking everyone except myself questions which I, and only I, could answer. It took me a long time and much painful boomeranging of my expectations to achieve a realization everyone else appears to have been born with: that I am nobody but myself.
Friday 26 August 2011
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