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.Porque a vida nunca se cansa de ser dura demais…
E porque hoje, e cada vez mais, sei o significado do “nunca contentar-se de contente”
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Porque há uma falta
Porque não me conheço
Porque não sei
(O que virá)
Mas sei de cor
O que veio
E já passou
o pior…. É que passou….
mas apenas no tempo
porque cá dentro
… cá dentro subsiste
A dura e pesada
Lembrança triste.
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The tree & the bird

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.I dream inside your eyes

You fly all around me... in circles

And now you rest on my shoulder to fly again

And since you won't stay, maybe you'll take me away!

'Cause you know I can fly.... but not on my own

Yes you know... not on my own!

(Coldfinger)

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Não há nenhuma árvore que o vento
não tenha sacudido.
(Provérbio hindu)
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What you did to me
made me see myself

Something different

Though I try to talk sense to myself

But I just won't listen

Won't you go away, turned yourself in

You're no good at confession

Before the image that you burned me in

Tries to teach you a lesson

What you did to me made me see myself

Something awful

A voice once Stentorian is now again

Meek and muffled

It took me such a long time to get back up

The first time you did it

I spent all I had to get it back, and now it seems

I've been out-bidded

My peace and quiet was stolen from me

When I was looking with calm affection

You were searching out my imperfections

What wasted unconditional love

On somebody

Who doesn't believe in the stuff

You came upon me like a hypnic jerk

When I was just about to settled

And when it counts you recoil with the cryptic word

You leave a love belittled

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Oh what a cold and common

old way to go

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I was feeding on the need for you to know me

Devastated at the rate you fell below me

What wasted unconditional love

On somebody

Who doesn't believe in the stuff

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Oh, well.

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(Fiona Apple)

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There is a place,

Where I can go,

When I feel low,

When I feel blue.

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And it's my mind,

And there's no time when I'm alone.

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I think of you,

And things you do,

Go 'round my head,

The things you said,

Like "I love only you."

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In my mind there's no sorrow,

Don't you know that it's so.

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There'll be no sad tomorrow,

Don't you know that it's so.

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There is a place,

Where I can go,

When I feel low,

When I feel blue.

And it's my mind,

And there's no time when I'm alone.

There's a place ...
(..Beatles..)
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Porque o que escrevo não se limita ao amor [desamor:)]... deslimita-se num amor maior..que também pertence ao coração..o incondicional que vejo e revejo em vós...nos que perdem dias, horas e minutos preciosos de vida comigo...palavras de ternura e agradecimento não chegam...mas saibam que no silêncio que por vezes vos dedico..estão imagens, imagens de tudo o que me deram e de quando nos demos...sem olhar a quês nem porquês...porque nunca deixo de pensar em vocês..aqueles a quem a palavra AMIGO faz todo e mais algum sentido! <3-vos***

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Não Sei.

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2nd time..

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Your eyes are cold.
I know you'll tell me all.
Not to fall
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... I lean against the wall
I lean back and let my eyes just go...
Floating now where they want to float.

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(I won't run away anymore... =] )

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