domingo, 5 de febrero de 2006

Guarapari

No fim das contas, vou para Guarapari. Irônico, no mínimo. Acho que seria o último lugar onde desajaria passar o Carnaval. Mas não vou atrás do Carnaval. Vou atrás de pessoas que passaram pela minha vida e que, por queridas, devem continuar fazendo parte da minha história...

And I don't want the world to see, Cause I don't think they'd understand, When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am.

No fim, é só isso que importa. De que valerão lindo discursos e intenções se continuarmos dando as costas para aquilo que está mais próximo de nós?

Vou atrás de uma parte do meu passado...

 

 

 

Iris


Goo Goo Dolls

City of Angels Soundtrack

Verse 1

And I'd give up forever to touch you
Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now

Verse 2

And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
Cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight

Chorus

And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

Verse 3

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything seems like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know your alive

Chorus

And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

Chorus

I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am

1 comentario:

  1. Nunca imaginaria, no dia em que tomei essa decisão, que meu pai também estaria lá, com toda sua família. Família à qual deliberadamente não pertenço.
    Acabaram-se aí as minhas férias.
    Tudo tornou-se, então, um reviver daquela angústia que por tantos anos me atormentou e que, a cada tanto, volta a importunar-me.
    Até quando? Até quando?

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