07 dezembro 2006

Splendid Isolation

Nada sei, sei que não posso escrever.
Não escrevo.
Nada proibitivo.
Apenas um vazio.
Viril
Silencioso.
Que não se proclama e nem se declara
Que com nada se deparam
Esse vazio reflete minh'alma
Singela
Quieta
Que se envolve em seu aconchego
Sem querer se machucar
Mas que extremos fazem-na revigorar
E a eles derrotar
Reverbero pelo espaço
Revivo
Cresço
Parto a divagar pelo nada.
Somente e inerente.


Escrevi por escrever hoje, escrevi inconscientemente. Nada de declarações.
Apenas navego nas monções que a vida nos oferece.
As vezes acho que ela podia ser simples. Como por morangos em bolos. Sem segredos, manhas e complicações. E passar o fim do dia sentado embaixo de uma cerejeira, enquanto dá-se o show do crepúsculo diário.
Pelo menos mesmo em situações agravantes ainda é possível encontrar apoio de quem se gosta.

Música que gosto e que remetem a boas lembraças tambem.

The Sisters of Mercy - The temple of love (extend version)

With the fire from the fireworks up above me
With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain at hand
You run for cover in the temple of love
You run for another but still the same
For the wind will blow my name across this land

In the temple of love you hide together
Believing pain and fear outside
But someone near you rides the weather
And the tears he cried will rain on walls
As wide as lovers eyes

In the temple of love: Shine like thunder
In the temple of love: Cry like rain
In the temple of love: Hear my calling
In the temple of love: Hear my name

And the devil in black dress watches over
My guardian angel walks away
Life is short and love is always over in the morning
Black wind come carry me far away

With the sunlight died and night above me
With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain inside

You run for cover in the temple of love
You run for another it's all the same
For the wind will blow and throw your walls aside
With the fire from the fireworks up above
With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain

You run for cover in the temple of love
I shine like thunder cry like rain
And the temple grows old and strong
But the wind blows longer cold and long
And the temple of love will fall before
This black wind calls my name to you no more

In the black sky thunder sweeping
Underground and over water
Sounds of crying weeping will not save
Your faith for bricks and dreams for mortar
All your prayers must seem as nothing
Ninety-six below the wave
When stone is dust and only air remains

In the temple of love: Shine like thunder
In the temple of love: Cry like rain
In the temple of love: Hear the calling
And the temple of love is falling
Down

In the temple of love: Shine like thunder
In the temple of love: Cry like rain
In the temple of love: Hear my calling
In the temple of love: Hear my name

In the black sky thunder sweeping
Underground and over water
Sounds of crying weeping will not save
Your faith for bricks and dreams for mortar
All your prayers must seem as nothing
Ninety-six below the wave
When stone is dust and only air remains
the only haven you can trust

And the devil in black dress watches over
My guardian angel walks away
Life is short and love is always over in the morning
Black wind come carry me far away

With the fire from the fireworks up above
With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain you

You run for cover in the temple of love
I shine like thunder cry like rain
And the temple of love grows old and strong
But the wind blows longer cold and long
And the temple of love will fall before
This black wind calls my name to you no more

In the temple of love you hide together
Believing pain and fear outside
But someone near you rides the weather
And the tears he cried will rain on walls
As wide as lovers eyes

In the temple of love: Shine like thunder
In the temple of love: Cry like rain
In the temple of love: Hear the calling
And the temple of love is falling
Down


Ouvindo: Gjallarhorn - Dejelill Oche Lagerman
Quote: "O poder da vontade não transforma o homem. O tempo não transforma o homem. O amor transforma" - Paulo Coelho

2 comentários:

Anônimo disse...

Rs...o que comentar?
Hum morangos...@=P!
gosto!
muiiito!
Açúcar...
*lambe*
rs

@=*

Anônimo disse...

Ahh...vergooonha! rs
Mas quem lavou as mão fui eu! @=o!
Cabelo q tem q cortar rs
Te adoroooooooooooooo sapo bobo!
Vários lagos da Sabesp! hauhauhuahuahau @XP!!
beijos

esse é o comentario que o fotolog comeu ¬¬