Aqueles momentos em que damos conta que... sabemos o que queremos mas não sabemos como o conseguir.
É verdade, e por muito que pensemos sabemos que o momento chegou e passou. Pensamos no que aconteceu, como aconteceu, porque aconteceu. Damos por nós a querer acreditar em destino, que as coisas acontecem porque têm que acontecer. Mas no fim de contas, e por muito que passe o tempo, queremos reviver, fazer o que não fizemos. Não que tenhamos algum motivo de força maior para o não ter feito. Mas porque agora, e olhando para trás, queríamos ter feito. Não que seja importante ou pudesse de alguma forma mudar o rumo dos acontecimentos. Não é bem arrependimento, é mais uma sensação de vazio. Olhar para trás e sentir que faltou alguma coisa. Saber que se pudesse voltar lá, àquele momento... voltava... e depois... sei lá...
quarta-feira, 14 de agosto de 2013
domingo, 14 de julho de 2013
É verdade, nunca pensei, já ouvi falar no mal personificado... mas azia??
A verdade é que a azia é uma coisa lixada e toma conta de muita gente.
Isto está quase a acabar que é o que vale porque ninguém merece tanta mas tanta azia...
É o bufa para aqui, bate porta para ali... não há remédio caseiro que valha a esta gente...
Ainda por cima em dose dupla...
terça-feira, 14 de maio de 2013
terça-feira, 2 de outubro de 2012
And still I dream he'll come to me
There was a time when men were kind
When their voices were soft
And their words inviting
There was a time when love was blind
And the world was a song
And the song was exciting
There was a time
Then it all went wrong
I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine untasted
But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
As they turn your dream to shame
He slept a summer by my side
He filled my days with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride
But he was gone when autumn came
And still I dream he'll come to me
That we will live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather
I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.
When their voices were soft
And their words inviting
There was a time when love was blind
And the world was a song
And the song was exciting
There was a time
Then it all went wrong
I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine untasted
But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
As they turn your dream to shame
He slept a summer by my side
He filled my days with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride
But he was gone when autumn came
And still I dream he'll come to me
That we will live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather
I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.
segunda-feira, 25 de junho de 2012
sábado, 4 de fevereiro de 2012
quarta-feira, 2 de fevereiro de 2011
sábado, 15 de janeiro de 2011
quinta-feira, 11 de novembro de 2010
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