Anne Marie Oprea

My ringless hand, my vows - somehow they were only mine, my dead dead dead heart.

I\'ll burn the night in scented candles, leaving big chunks of darknes hanging in the corners, waiting waiting for the dawn to be melted into a thin orange-pink dotted light.

I was mapping my way thru years, thru you.. No cross signs lately, no warnings, no speed limits. No more. I am losing my mind, probably. I keep seeing myself as a freeway, as the grey asphalt, as

I\'m gently shaking my shoulders in this pink light. I am the girl from ipanema, and each day when I walk to the sea, I look straight ahead and not at you.. the portuguese lyrics are gently sighing

Let\'s get lost between two gestures. Let\'s get lost because the summer is so far away now and the tender sea will not caress me anymore. So let\'s get lost between two blue sheets and pretend