notas soltas

the little boy seemed so happy riding is bike. Even surrounded by the poverty of rabo de peixe in the Azores, a small town of fisherman forgotten by everyone.  An yet all that seemed to matter was having fun with his bike on that  rainy morning...i wish i could feel his joy now, just for a short lapse of time again. C de M

     Nada.

feeling sad on a rainy Sunday Photo by Cde M

Burning from whitin I carry a ring of fire

Sunday feeling lonely out there. no where to run, no where to hide, no one to share this one soul

The wounds on your hands Never seem to heal I thought all I needed was to believe Here am I, a lifetime away from You The blood of Christ or the beat of my heart My love wears forbidden colours My life believes Senseless years thunder by Millions are willing to give their lives for You Does nothing live on? Learning to cope with feelings aroused in me My hands in the soil, buried inside of myself My love wears forbidden colours My life believes in You once again I'll go walking in circles While doubting the very ground beneath me Trying to show unquestioning faith in everything Here am I, a lifetime away from You The blood of Christ, or a change of heart My love wears forbidden colours My life believes My love wears forbidden colours My life believes in You once again