Ainda me lembro do primeiro dia
Como uma semana que dura quase um ano
De graças afastada pelas memórias devastadas.
Passou mais de uma semana
Sem fim. O início. Nunca saberemos
que o amanhã é só mais um mês
Será o dia em que nascemos para morrer
Segundo a segundo
Esse tempo distante de promessas agora
Quantas horas já passaram?
As horas que recortaram
Uma semana, um dia, um mês, um segundo, uma hora. O tempo não existe.
Como uma semana que dura quase um ano
De graças afastada pelas memórias devastadas.
Passou mais de uma semana
Sem fim. O início. Nunca saberemos
que o amanhã é só mais um mês
Será o dia em que nascemos para morrer
Segundo a segundo
Esse tempo distante de promessas agora
Quantas horas já passaram?
As horas que recortaram
Uma semana, um dia, um mês, um segundo, uma hora. O tempo não existe.
10 comentários:
Finalmente voltaram!
O tempo é apenas o que quisermos fazer dele...
No ar paira o supanse do regresso. até que enfim voltam a partilhar o vosso bichinho da escrita.
como me diria a couto, "se eu soubesse como se cultiva este bichinho ensinava-te "
O desenho esta bonito, acho que so consegui perceber quem é quem pelos oculos de formas pouco usuais.
Acho que os meus poucos anos de existencia ainda nao me permitiram entender se o tempo e um amigo ou inimigo...talvez nunca venha a saber...
Kiss kiss *
:)
Senta... :)
Dark kiss.
you're back! =)
(ao contrário da ju só percebi kem era kem no desenho plos cabelos lol)
knt ao tempo...deus é k sabe! xD
(concordo co sousa)
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"Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but its sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the english way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
Its good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells."
Time - Pink Floyd
remember remember the six of September :)
[prazer em ler]
Stairway To Heaven,
Led Zeppelin
"There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven.
When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for.
Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven.
There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings,
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it makes me wonder.
There's a feeling I get when I look to the west,
And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees,
And the voices of those who stand looking.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it really makes me wonder.
And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter.
If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now,
It's just a spring clean for the May queen.
Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on.
And it makes me wonder.
Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know,
The piper's calling you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.
And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll.
And she's buying a stairway to heaven."
PROFUNDO!
TENHO DITO
Depende muito da companhia e dos despertadores... ;)
Dark kiss.
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