domingo, 24 de abril de 2011

Poesia!


     Domingo de Páscoa! Coisa a que não ligo absolutamente nada. Comi bem, admito. Apenas isso, nada de diferente dos restantes dias. A foto é do baú. O porquê de a ter escolhido hoje, nem eu sei. Estou assim em depressão pós-amêndoas, entre a chuva que vai caindo lá fora e o livro "A mensagem" de Fernando Pessoa. Saudades de ler poesia. É bom receber poesia. Será melhor ainda no dia em que voltar a conseguir oferecê-la, também...

     A música é repetida por aqui, mas que se lixe:

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     C.

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  1. http://youtu.be/lqyakRmPNM8

    I used to write,
    I used to write letters
    I used to sign my name
    I used to sleep at night
    Before the flashing lights
    settled deep in my brain

    But by the time we met
    By the time we met
    the times had already changed

    So I never wrote a letter
    I never took my true heart
    I never wrote it down
    So when the lights cut out
    I was left standing in the wilderness downtown

    Now our lives are changing fast
    Now our lives are changing fast
    Hope that something pure can last
    Hope that something pure can last

    It seems strange
    How we used to wait for letters to arrive
    But what's stranger still
    Is how something so small can keep you alive

    We used to wait
    We used to waste hours just walking around
    We used to wait
    All those wasted lives in the wilderness downtown

    oooo we used to wait
    oooo we used to wait
    oooo we used to wait
    Sometimes it never came
    (oooo we used to wait)
    Sometimes it never came
    (oooo we used to wait)
    Still moving through the pain
    (oooooo)

    I'm gonna write a letter to my true love
    I'm gonna sign my name
    Like a patient on a table
    I wanna walk again gonna move through the pain

    Now our lives are changing fast
    Now our lives are changing fast
    Hope that something pure can last
    Hope that something pure can last

    oooo we used to wait
    oooo we used to wait
    oooo we used to wait
    Sometimes it never came
    (oooo we used to wait)
    Sometimes it never came
    (oooo we used to wait)
    Still moving through the pain
    (oooooo)

    we used to wait (x3)

    We used to wait for it
    We used to wait for it
    Now we're screaming sing the chorus again
    We used to wait for it
    We used to wait for it
    Now we're screaming sing the chorus again

    I used to wait for it
    I used to wait for it
    Hear my voice screaming sing the chorus again

    Wait for it (x3)


    (um obrigado me <3 )

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