terça-feira, janeiro 18, 2005

"a vida segue"?! que lástima...


"a vida segue".
quem disse isso tava muito amargurado; tentou escapar soltando esse clichê fácil.
isso é obviedade irrefutável, mas não deixa de ser dolorido.
francamente, não me consola saber que não vou poder vivenciar tudo o que quero, que vou brincar de espectadora (e não artífice, de fato) da minha própria vida.
hum... "my fake plastic world".

e isso tem a ver contigo.
é, contigo mesmo.
que toma meu fôlego a qualquer sinal de atenção que me dá.
que me mata de curiosidade sobre as opiniões que deve ter (porque eu nem te conheço pra saber quais são...), que devem ser interessantíssimas (quer sejam sobre a efemeridade da vida, ou ainda sobre astrofísica, sei lá) e, mesmo não sendo, mas vindas de ti, têm todo um brilho diferente.

será que tu sabe disso?! não, né?!


looking out the door i see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners

parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water
and maybe i'm too young to keep good love from going wrong
but tonight you're on my mind so you never know

when i'm broken down and hungry for your love with no way to feed it
where are you tonight, child, you know how much i need it
too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run

sometimes a man gets carried away, when he feels like he should be having his fun
and much too blind to see the damage he's done
sometimes a man must awake to find that really, he has no-one

so i'll wait for you... and i'll burn
will i ever see your sweet return
oh will i ever learn

oh lover, you should've come over
'cause it's not too late

lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in
burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him
my body turns and yearns for a sleep that will never come

it's never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
it's never over, all my riches for her smiles when i slept so soft against her
it's never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
it's never over, she's the tear that hangs inside my soul forever

well, maybe i'm just too young
to keep good love from going wrong

oh... lover, you should've come over
'cause it's not too late
well i feel too young to hold on

and i'm much too old to break free and run
too deaf, dumb, and blind to see the damage i've done
sweet lover, you should've come over
oh, love, well i'm waiting for you

lover, you should've come over
'cause it's not too late


.lover,you should've come over.jeff buckley.

(todinha pra ti.)

por m.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anônimo said...

Nota da redação (mmmmmmmuahahahahahahahha): será que M. está apaixonada? CERTEZA QUE SIM!!!! =)
Beijo!
A.L.

10:52 PM  

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