quinta-feira, janeiro 13, 2011

os teus pés ainda chegam carregados de cinzento. mas tu sabias bem ao que vinhas quando puseste o teu nome naquele papel. contrafeito, mas decidido, o teu pulso não tremeu. o teu punho descerrou. o beco que percorrias alargou: o sol fez o resto. rasgou o papel de parede da realidade, e o mundo é a alameda que te jaz diante dos pés. ainda carregados de cinzento. o sonho não te comanda a vida, mas a vida é uma possibilidade que alarga o sorriso do teu rosto.
sem alarmes e sem surpresas.

4 comentários:

  1. HH-WATCH ME RISE

    "goddamn", he said, "i promised myself
    i'd never feel this fucking way
    again, this world has got me praying on my knees
    for one peaceful thought

    in my mind,
    my stride,
    my life,
    my time
    is consumed with a thousand thoughts

    flying free like a flock of birds
    with no direction or intention of finding home

    it's so hard to think,
    it's so hard to change
    when this world doesn't see you any other way

    in this world, they choose to see me,
    they choose to see me
    like a setting sun

    so it's up to me,
    i have to see me,
    i have to see me
    like the rising one

    in my days somebody told me that the rain would always come,
    always come to wash away the pain
    but nothing changes and this world still wants me down,
    wants me down on my knees praying in that rain

    "born this way, die this way"

    i'd rather die on my feet
    than live on my knees
    i'd rather die on my feet
    so you can watch me,
    you can watch me

    WATCH ME RISE
    with the things we carry

    the loss,
    the scars,
    the weight of heavy hearts

    so i say to the slaves of depression
    CARRY ON
    and sing the sweet redeeming song
    about living this life free and long

    watch me, watch me,
    WATCH ME RISE
    for Miles and miles

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