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quarta-feira, julho 01, 2009

the love series #3 e suspiro... (parte V)



pursuit of happiness, NB

So you got to go, but you don't know where
All that you know, is you can't stay here
What's left to do, wish you the best
In your pursuit of happiness
You say it's not me, it's just you
I'm the only one, in the room
Asking myself why you have left
In your pursuit of happiness
Happy Happy Happiness
Asking myself why you have left
In your pursuit of happiness
Pursuit of happiness
All the papers read
Happiness is fled
Known accomplice to the sad
I hope you find what you're looking for
Your piece of mind, I want nothing more
Lost somewhere over the rainbows end
In your pursuit of happiness
Happy Happy Happiness
Lost somewhere over the rainbows end
A man in a suit of happiness
Pursuit of happiness
All the papers read
Happiness has fled
Attempted fraud astrology
Is everybody happy
Is everybody happy
Smile everybody happiness
Is everybody happy
Is everybody happy
Smile everybody happiness
Time can move fast now that you're gone
Can't dwell on the past, what's done is done
Starting over again, more or less
In my pursuit of happiness
Starting over again, more or less
In my pursuit of happiness

sexta-feira, dezembro 19, 2008

quarta-feira, outubro 22, 2008

suspiro... (parte II)


que sorte, a lucy está online.

suspiro...


#1
que raio de gente, que merda de tempo.

#2
diz-me um amigo antigo: precisas do teu tempo, do teu espaço, precisas de ser tu.
digo-lhe eu: sim, eu sei...
diz-me alguém que nem sequer conheço: tenho de ir ter contigo.
digo-lhe eu: cá te espero.

#3
quando te falam na mesma lingua, tendes a acreditar mesmo que mintam.
quando te dizem o que não queres ouvir, achas horrendo.
parece-me que temos um problema.

#4
refugio-me nas canções antigas que me fazem lembrar uma gestão de tempo antigo, que nunca vai voltar. por dois dias vou voltar, por algumas horas apenas. um teste à minha memória.

#5
depressão de inverno?