as i sit alone on my bed thinking about the days that passed it’s been three days after we’ve met felt like three years have already gone past
since the day i asked for your name your smile was just unforgettable Angel as you are called by friends the feeling was just unexplainable
our parting words then, “see you in a week” but i had hoped it could be sooner and quick feeling a bit romantic here on my bed i kissed your number in my CP where i kept
tomorrow is the day for us to meet ready to go with some cash saved in my pocket i practiced the lines the way i will greet should i embrace, shake hands, or offer you a seat
i’ve marked the calendar, Sunday the fourteenth i’m twenty-one and you’re young at nineteen can you be my date, please don’t decline it’s the Day of Hearts, “Could you be my Valentine?”
Sobre notícias e política com um viés nacionalista, onde os bravos nunca ousaram percorrer e que não espere deste o obsequioso silêncio dos covardes, amortecendo consciências, desarmando resistências que só no fátuo da retórica da ideia, da moral e da ética é que se venera seu oponente evitando a sedição!