20.09.98 - 03.43h: From Oslo With Love VIII

Um comboio para Amsterdão.

Chove - discutimos e separamo-nos.

Seguimos viagem em transportes diferentes. Combinamos encontrar-nos na Dam.
Entretanto já estamos cheios de saudades.
Mas por pura teimosia só damos o braço a torcer quando chega a hora de dormir.
Estamos desesperados.
Nem um único gesto de carinho ou reconciliação.

Chove - discutimos e abraçamo-nos.
Dançamos calmamente a chorar.





I have a life beyond me. But I need another with you.
Let's gonna make it real.Job, school, body healthy - for you & me.
Our goals (if you agree).

I know that we are both independent.
But we really love each other.
And we not gonna be alone anymore.
Call me, please. I'll go after you.
Save you.

Your my husband. I'm yours.
My will it's so powerfull as yours.
I love you. That's no other true.

Your tender lips, your humanitary eyes.
Blue as the Earth. With everything in it.
I need them to fill it (the humanitary kind).






Train - trap. Discuss - cry.
Dancing together.
The need of being together, live together.

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