"A espada gasta a bainha, costuma dizer-se. Eis o que aconteceu comigo. As minhas paixões fizeram-me viver, e as minhas paixões mataram-me". (Jean Jacques Rousseau)
janeiro 26, 2012
janeiro 19, 2012
Lady in Black...
On a magical misty morning
I was standing in the Autumn rain
Suddenly the birds fell silent
Would I ever hear them sing again?
Hear them sing again...
I was standing in the Autumn rain
Suddenly the birds fell silent
Would I ever hear them sing again?
Hear them sing again...
Without a word of warning
I saw a shadow in the Autumn rain
Just like in my nightly dreams
The Lady In Black had come again...
The Lady had come again...
I saw a shadow in the Autumn rain
Just like in my nightly dreams
The Lady In Black had come again...
The Lady had come again...
Begging me to follow her into the misty rain
Begging me to follow her into the no more pain
Begging me to follow her into the no more pain
Her eyes were hypnotizing
Burning deep inside my brain
The Lady In Black was here now
She was here to take me far away...
Take me far away...
Burning deep inside my brain
The Lady In Black was here now
She was here to take me far away...
Take me far away...
"Follow me to the other side"
Through the tunnel of light we travel, fading away
Through the tunnel of light we travel
We're fading away
Through the tunnel of light we travel
We're fading away
Through the light that's shinning bright
We're fading away
Through the light that's shinning bright
We're fading away
We're fading away
Through the light that's shinning bright
We're fading away
...Sdds...
janeiro 11, 2012
...
"Há um tempo em que é preciso abandonar as roupas usadas, que já tem a forma do nosso corpo, e esquecer os nossos caminhos, que nos levam sempre aos mesmos lugares. É o tempo da travessia: e, se não ousarmos fazê-la, teremos ficado, para sempre, à margem de nós mesmos".
(Fernando Pessoa)
janeiro 08, 2012
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