Eyes the
color of the
night : Comes in the barn of my memory eyes the color of the night illuminate My thoughts. At that
time remind Perhaps my plain crazy escapades in
time of love ... Without power simply explain I smile. If only stop time; All I know is impossible is their destination. In a meeting or perhaps any mismatch in a corner, my modesty vanity I live alone in this city. In some chance I try to live some cases, totally Forgetting his face in a large disguise ... Author: John Gomes Cavalcante