domingo, 31 de outubro de 2010
Enterrado mas mexe!
Algo a que não dava significância ficou ali enterrado no seu coração pequeno e de chumbo, pensa ela.
quinta-feira, 21 de outubro de 2010
She
Shes still waiting for something.
Cannot think in anything else.
Would love to stop, or to be stoped.
Todays she had the confirmation.
Its sure that the "something" it's not going to happen,
but still,
she has some hope and still dream.
She dream's during the day and during the night.
Her life became a dream with some cold moments of reality.
Does she really knows what is reality?
Still, she still want to think that this beautiful dream will become a reality.
She is waiting for so long,
Should already had quit that.
But its stronger than her.
The feeling is becoming bow so deep.
She will not be able to stop it,
Needs to be stoped!
Cannot think in anything else.
Would love to stop, or to be stoped.
Todays she had the confirmation.
Its sure that the "something" it's not going to happen,
but still,
she has some hope and still dream.
She dream's during the day and during the night.
Her life became a dream with some cold moments of reality.
Does she really knows what is reality?
Still, she still want to think that this beautiful dream will become a reality.
She is waiting for so long,
Should already had quit that.
But its stronger than her.
The feeling is becoming bow so deep.
She will not be able to stop it,
Needs to be stoped!
Etiquetas:
depois ela e por último,
ela.,
Primeiro ela
Cá de dentro!
Sinto uma coisa cá dentro!
Toca-me na alma delicadamente,
mas faz muita pressão!
Paro, olho, oiço, espero e continuo a sentir.
Sinto sempre,
Sinto-o sempre.
Invade-me tudo, vira-me ao contrário, ostra-me um mundo novo.
Na busca da compreensão de tudo isto,
perco-me,
na brutalidade do sentimento.
Tenho o mundo à minha volta a apertar-me,
a diminuir-me.
Sinto o poder deste sentimento dentro de mim,
Sinto que me vai fazer explodir.
Será pequeno o abalo no mundo,
Fatal em mim.
Toca-me na alma delicadamente,
mas faz muita pressão!
Paro, olho, oiço, espero e continuo a sentir.
Sinto sempre,
Sinto-o sempre.
Invade-me tudo, vira-me ao contrário, ostra-me um mundo novo.
Na busca da compreensão de tudo isto,
perco-me,
na brutalidade do sentimento.
Tenho o mundo à minha volta a apertar-me,
a diminuir-me.
Sinto o poder deste sentimento dentro de mim,
Sinto que me vai fazer explodir.
Será pequeno o abalo no mundo,
Fatal em mim.
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