More Than this..
I could feel at the time
There was no way of knowing
Fallen leaves in the night
Who can say where they´re blowing
As free as the wind
And hopefully learning
Why the sea on the tide
Has no way of turning
More than this - there is nothing
More than this - tell me one thing
More than this - there is nothing.
(Still hate you... )
There was no way of knowing
Fallen leaves in the night
Who can say where they´re blowing
As free as the wind
And hopefully learning
Why the sea on the tide
Has no way of turning
More than this - there is nothing
More than this - tell me one thing
More than this - there is nothing.
(Still hate you... )
posted by Clepsidra at 8:52 AM
4 Comments:
Pois. "some see people half empty..i see them half full of shit" Frase adequada à raiva que ainda vai em mim (não eu nela).
Respira.
Continua a haver ar no mundo...
:)
"Resta entre nós, apenas, a estratégia
do queixume:
a dor sentida, a dor anunciada,
a dor que seria
se não fosse
não doer [...]"
"A Dor" in FERREIRA, António Mega, "O Tempo que nos cabe", Lisboa, Assírio e Alvim, 2005
Um poema bonito, para uma verdade que magoa e um não poder voltar atrás, que se anuncia.
Há que olhar em frente, há que continuar sempre.
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