Miss...

I miss home.

I miss my small things that i'm used to.

I miss a land were i belong.

I miss my friends to understand me and to listen just by the way i look.

I miss everything that i've been tooken.

I miss the way i'm used to breathe.

I miss the touch of my fingertips.

I miss the wind that blow's in my face.

I miss so many things that i can't even count it.

I even miss me because i don't recognize me anymore.

I just hope that one day i'll find myself...in your eyes.

Eugénio Rodrigues

(foto do filme I'am Sam...achei apropriado)