parabens. e obrigada por existirem

Sometimes is good to remenber...

Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me as her body once did
All five horizons revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn

Ooh, and all I taught her was everything
Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything?
Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black
Tattooed everything...

I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear?
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head
I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning

How quick the sun can, drop away
And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything
All the pictures have all been washed in black
Tattooed everything...

All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I will be...yeah...
Uh huh...uh huh...ooh...
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life
I know you'll be a star
In somebody else's sky, but why, why, why
Can't it be, can't it be mine...

Quero deixar um abraço a todos que faem da Livraria Apolo um lugar de requinte e bem estar...

Mais que uma livraria, um espaço de culto e amizade. Mistura o bem estar e o extremo requinte da fraternidade e prazer da cafetaria, com toda a sabedoroa e formação da livraria! Todas as cidades deveriam ter um espaço destes. Livraria Apolo o meu spot de eleição!