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Serei o único a pensar assim?
© Jib PeterAinda nos resta muito... talvez o mais importante!
Mesmo que pareçamos apenas a roupagem do que já fomos, mesmo que pareçamos gastos pelo uso e sem vida... talvez tudo isso seja apenas uma visão redutora e limitada. Somos quem quisermos habitar novamente aquela roupagem. Temos em nós as costuras do passado, pequenos remendos e acrescentos e assim somos genuínos. São marcas de amor, trabalho, dor, saudade, carinho, discussões, suavidade, felicidade e infelicidade, enfim, de uma vida intensa e existe uma verdade tal nessas marcas que não podemos viver sem elas.
Não, de facto ainda nos resta... tudo!
INXS - Disappear
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Say I'm crying
I'm looking at what's on T.V.
Pain and suffering
And the struggle
To be free
It can't ever be denied and I
Never will ignore
But when I see you coming
I can take it all
You're so fine
Lose my mind
And the world seems to disappear
All the problems
All the fears
And the world seems to disappear
Say you're mine
And give yourself to the
Feelings that you know
I'm needing
All that you can give me
All the things
That you do so well
Words are healing
Sweet anticipation
Making spells
As the shadows close in
Fall across all our yesterdays
You're so fine
Lose my mind
And the world seems to disappear
All the problems
All the fears
And the world seems to disappear
You're so fine
Lose my mind
And the world seems to disappear
All the problems
All the fears
And the world seems to disappear
Disappear
Disappear
Disappear
Disappear
Disappear
Disappear
Disappear
Say if I could
Look into myself and reason
But I could never never see or
Make sense of the dealings
Turn around
Am I looking at salvation
Make me realise all that I am
You put the light inside this man
You're so fine
Lose my mind
And the world seems to disappear
All the problems
All the fears
And the world seems to disappear
You're so fine
Lose my mind
And the world seems to disappear
All the problems
All the fears
And the world seems to disappear
You're so fine
Lose my mind
And the world seems to disappear
All the problems
All the fears
And the world seems to disappear
You're so fine
Lose my mind
And the world seems to disappear
All the problems
All the fears
And the world seems to disappear
Say I'm crying
I'm looking at what's on T.V.
Pain and suffering
And the struggle
To be free
It can't ever be denied and I
Never will ignore
But when I see you coming
I can take it all
You're so fine
Lose my mind
And the world seems to disappear
All the problems
All the fears
And the world seems to disappear
Say you're mine
And give yourself to the
Feelings that you know
I'm needing
All that you can give me
All the things
That you do so well
Words are healing
Sweet anticipation
Making spells
As the shadows close in
Fall across all our yesterdays
You're so fine
Lose my mind
And the world seems to disappear
All the problems
All the fears
And the world seems to disappear
You're so fine
Lose my mind
And the world seems to disappear
All the problems
All the fears
And the world seems to disappear
Disappear
Disappear
Disappear
Disappear
Disappear
Disappear
Disappear
Say if I could
Look into myself and reason
But I could never never see or
Make sense of the dealings
Turn around
Am I looking at salvation
Make me realise all that I am
You put the light inside this man
You're so fine
Lose my mind
And the world seems to disappear
All the problems
All the fears
And the world seems to disappear
You're so fine
Lose my mind
And the world seems to disappear
All the problems
All the fears
And the world seems to disappear
You're so fine
Lose my mind
And the world seems to disappear
All the problems
All the fears
And the world seems to disappear
You're so fine
Lose my mind
And the world seems to disappear
All the problems
All the fears
And the world seems to disappear
quarta-feira
terça-feira
tique- taque
*
... e confiar que nos escapa por vezes a compreensão de determinado acontecimento, não faltando no entanto, razão para tal. Certas respostas que exigimos no momento só nos são dadas mais tarde, no prudente momento em que temos a serenidade para as compreender. A mágoa tolda-nos o bom senso e o desespero transforma-nos em escuridão. É preciso reagir e não ficar a definhar a um canto. O que é que me define? Aquilo que sou quando estou cego de dor? O meu lamento num acto de auto-comiseração? Bolas, então sou conscientemente mil vez pior que os infortúnios desta vida. Não me posso permitir sentir vergonha da pessoa que sou quando enfrento estas situações. Sem dúvida que este momento embora delicado e triste é-me necessário para crescer. Depois disto, estarei mais forte e também estarei mais preparado para um relacionamento e as suas vicissitudes. Se calhar, ao ter-me mais em conta estarei também a valorizar quem está comigo, com quem partilho a minha vida. Então tenho motivos para estar optimista! Nada acontece por acaso :)
*Este texto era inicialmente uma resposta à amiga C. mas entretanto ganhou corpo para a trazer até aqui. Obrigado pelo desbloqueio :)
*Este texto era inicialmente uma resposta à amiga C. mas entretanto ganhou corpo para a trazer até aqui. Obrigado pelo desbloqueio :)
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