joi

lucruri extraordinare se nasc din imperfectiuni



A part of me the I that goes,

A part of me the I that comes,

The real me’s right here.

No matter where the present flows

No matter what the I becomes,

It will be real.


I might not see, I might not feel,

I might not even get to hear

But if I must

I’d like the whisper of a girl

Who says that an amazing pearl

Comes from the dust.

4 comentarii:

w.s. clair. spunea...

right on!

Anonim spunea...

da da, ar fi tare daca m-as caca si un bob de aur sau diamant din cand in cand :D

stevo spunea...

depinde cate esti dispus sa induri pentru bogatie..;)

me spunea...

heei stevo stevo
imi faci insomnia mai placuta