Eu sou a amarra e, você, meu comigo-ninguém-pode. Nunca foi medo de morte: era um medo doce.
Se o ar não me falhasse, creio que meu sussurro berraria um Caio Abreu: "Não me venha com meios-termos, com mais ou menos ou qualquer coisa. Venha à mim com corpo, alma, vísceras, tripas e falta de ar".
Porque o qualquer coisa que me falhava tinha seu nome espesso e, na viscosa ignorância de mim, não sabia o que era a dor, a dúvida e, através delas, te chamei num pranto digno d'um teatro de sombras.Um violão toca ao longe o saudosismo - ah, a beleza dos tempos invindouros.
O mais genial dos amores eternos é que eles nunca, nunca se afastam - eles nunca acontecem, na realidade.
Would you care for color if you were blind?
Would you listen to my words if you could only see my lips move?
You search these faces for a smile, but you can't see them with your eyes
Come to me,
Feel with me,
See with me,
This world has changed....
The world has now forgotten you, for you have done that first!
Would you rather listen to the wind?
Would you rather search the stars for signs?
For it is us you live with, and we have never ever closed our eyes!
What do I need your comfort for?
if there is no place to live...
Your angel cheeks are stained with blood,
your hand evoking fear in me...
Would you listen to my words if you could only see my lips move?
You search these faces for a smile, but you can't see them with your eyes
Come to me,
Feel with me,
See with me,
This world has changed....
The world has now forgotten you, for you have done that first!
Would you rather listen to the wind?
Would you rather search the stars for signs?
For it is us you live with, and we have never ever closed our eyes!
What do I need your comfort for?
if there is no place to live...
Your angel cheeks are stained with blood,
your hand evoking fear in me...
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