The Story - Vou aprender a gostar de Super Bock!

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am

But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you

I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
But baby I broke them all for you
Because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
You do
I was made for you

You see the smile that's on my mouth
It's hiding the words that don't come out
And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed
They don't know my head is a mess
No, they don't know who I really am
And they don't know what
I've been through like you do
And I was made for you...

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you

Espera

Que ansia a minha de descobrir o amanhã!
Aprende a controlar, a aguardar. O universo sabe o que faz - mas e nos dias em que acredito menos?
Se ao menos soubesse...
Se ao menos pudesse apagar...
Se...

Oh vida, oh monstro de pensamentos que insistes em me aparecer sob a forma de sonhos e me importunas...

Escritores Orientais

Pois é:

Tempo esquisito este em que tão depressa o sol brilha como se deita a chover...
Agora ando numa fase introspectiva, até me sinto bem, mas apetece-me estar comigo e com os meus livros, esses meus eternos companheiros da vida... Estou a conhecer autores orientais, sem que a escrita seja "zen" ou de auto-disciplina, chega a ser bastante americanada, mas são autores tão bons. Só anseio pelo próximo fim-de-semana para ir tomar sol para a espreguiçadeira agarrada a Norwegian Wood. Será que Watanabe e a caloira se vão enroscar? Só pode! Hihi...