Se eu fosse um coqueiro

domingo, setembro 11, 2011

"Cem pessoas"

There was a hundred people looking at each other
Walking on the streets and talking in groups
Some of them could see the birds around
Some of them could see the fog sky and
Some of them was blind
Some of the blind could feel the breeze
Some could feel the windy and some couldn't be there
There was more then talk, more then a day, more then one person
There was LIFE coming and going
There was fellings not about weather
There was much more
That anyone could see without an open heart and mind
There was me , there was you
I couldn't see you and you're probably looking for me.