Ando imersa num contentamento descontente, numa dor que desatina sem doer; ando solitária entre a gente, cuidando que ganho em me perder. Será que o Diabo Zarolho explica?
You can fool yourself You can cheat until you're blind You can cut your heart It can happen You can mend the wires You can feed the soul apart You reach It can happen to you It can happen to me It can happen to everyone eventually
It's a constant fight (A constant fight) You're pushing the needle to the red (Black and white) Who knows who's right No substitute you're born you're dead (Fly by night) Created out of fantasy Our destinations call
Look up - Look down Look out - Look around Look up - Look down There's a crazy world outside We're not about to lose our pride
It can happen to you It can happen to me It can happen to everyone eventually As you happen to say It can happen today As it happens It happens in every way
This world I like We architects of life A song a sigh Developing words that linger Through fields of green through open eyes This for us to see
Look up - Look down Look out - Look around So look up - Look down There's a crazy world outside We're not about to lose our pride
It can happen to you It can happen to me It can happen to everyone eventually As you happen to say It can happen today As it happens It happens in every way As you happen to see It will happen to be Nothing happens to nowhere and nowhere
Pay attention to the music, as words will fit, then. I mean! Or pay attention to nothing, and then everything will fit. It's confusing things, or it's only nuts? After all...
The Devil surely can explain! Wah, wah wah!
That guy, ham... Camões... He was truly possessed!
Cospa! Não há de ver que a Erman tá com a razão? Depois ainda me aparecem umas cruzas de cruz credo com Deus me livre e eu não sei de onde vem! Falta de descarrego! Vou no pai djá!
O que dizer, Paulo Vitola? Em face de tanta beleza, de tanto talento?
Estivesse eu a ler esse soneto na sua presença, ia lhe pedir que me beliscasse, para me certificar de que eu não sonhava. E em você fazendo isso, eu acharia que sonhava que isso acontecia... E eu mesma saberia minha graça?
It can happen.
ResponderExcluirYou can fool yourself
You can cheat until you're blind
You can cut your heart
It can happen
You can mend the wires
You can feed the soul apart
You reach
It can happen to you
It can happen to me
It can happen to everyone eventually
It's a constant fight
(A constant fight)
You're pushing the needle to the red
(Black and white)
Who knows who's right
No substitute you're born you're dead
(Fly by night)
Created out of fantasy
Our destinations call
Look up - Look down
Look out - Look around
Look up - Look down
There's a crazy world outside
We're not about to lose our pride
It can happen to you
It can happen to me
It can happen to everyone eventually
As you happen to say
It can happen today
As it happens
It happens in every way
This world I like
We architects of life
A song a sigh
Developing words that linger
Through fields of green through open eyes
This for us to see
Look up - Look down
Look out - Look around
So look up - Look down
There's a crazy world outside
We're not about to lose our pride
It can happen to you
It can happen to me
It can happen to everyone eventually
As you happen to say
It can happen today
As it happens
It happens in every way
As you happen to see
It will happen to be
Nothing happens to nowhere and nowhere
Some words, indeed! I wonder if you know them by heart, you looney? Among a lot more, I mean, you nutty!
ResponderExcluirPay attention to the music, as words will fit, then. I mean! Or pay attention to nothing, and then everything will fit. It's confusing things, or it's only nuts? After all...
ResponderExcluirThe Devil surely can explain! Wah, wah wah!
That guy, ham... Camões... He was truly possessed!
Well, possessed is one thing you can talk about, dear...
ResponderExcluirSurely! I got my own, angels and devils. Love them all! (Doesn't mean I don't discriminate!)
ResponderExcluirIsso só está acontecendo porque você não procurou o Pai Arnápio,se fosse lá ele resolvia!!!
ResponderExcluirCospa! Não há de ver que a Erman tá com a razão? Depois ainda me aparecem umas cruzas de cruz credo com Deus me livre e eu não sei de onde vem! Falta de descarrego! Vou no pai djá!
ResponderExcluirÉ, precisando aí descarrego de corpo-mente!!
ResponderExcluirTalvez mais de corpo, diria o mestre Freud.
he,he,he,he,he,he.....
Óia, que aí não sei... Diria o mestre Pink Freud segundo Solda, haha ;)
ResponderExcluirIsso, bem sei, não tem um nome ainda,
ResponderExcluirÉ um delirar em lúcida vigília,
Sentir-se só na mais remota ilha
A procurar uma palavra linda
Que decifrar pudesse o sentimento,
Até então só criptografado
Sempre que nós estamos lado a lado
E nos beijamos longo e fundo e lento.
De nada vale qualquer idioma
Para chamar o que então se passa,
Todo saber humano entra em coma
No mesmo instante em que você me abraça,
Nenhum caminho já nos leva a Roma,
Nem tenho um nome nem sei sua graça.
O que dizer, Paulo Vitola? Em face de tanta beleza, de tanto talento?
ResponderExcluirEstivesse eu a ler esse soneto na sua presença, ia lhe pedir que me beliscasse, para me certificar de que eu não sonhava. E em você fazendo isso, eu acharia que sonhava que isso acontecia... E eu mesma saberia minha graça?