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Papo de adolescente

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E não é que as horas iguais eram reais?

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Daydream Delusion

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As quoted in a distant romance poem, my days are passing by quickly enough to make me feel nothing about my everyday wasting hours.

No problem in having a good job, working far away home, but you know what I mean when I say “wasting time”.

Somehow, I feel young enough to forget everything about each day and keep waiting for the right time come.

Unfortunately, young as I feel, I may not wait the time to come alone itself. If only could I…

Às vezes…

Às vezes sinto saudades daqui.

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E ela, com os olhos arregalados, balançou a cabeça, dizendo que sim.

ah…

Gotas de sangue

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I don’t have anything

I don’t have plans and schemes,
And I don’t have hopes and dreams.
I don’t have anything

And I don’t have fond desires,
And I don’t have happy hours.
I don’t have anything,

I don’t have love to share,
And I don’t have one who cares.

I don’t have anything,

Since I don’t have you.
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