quinta-feira, 9 de fevereiro de 2012
Trust
A circle. A circle of confidences
where you can walk miles away,
but that first point where you started will always be the same.
My bodyguard. My friend,
simple, loyal, complete. It is my dog coming to sit by my side.
He knows me, just by observing and listening,
without asking anything else, except for me.
A car in the garage,
parked and warm.
When a sudden terrible storm starts
with thunder and lightning,
the daughter scared of noises comes to her dad.
And he says: "Did you know if we go into the car
neither thunder or lightning could hurt us?"
And she always will remember.
Car, the safety place while a storm is passing over.
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