quinta-feira, abril 23, 2009
Impressive, how we can forget pain just because we're distracted with the seasons changing.
As if the moon, by simply rising in the sky, would make us all forgive and forget. As if the tides would wash away all the temper and wrath, leaving the love behind.
As if the seasons changing would take halves of me with them, and less and less of me remains each time.
I guess that is what happens, in reality. Times takes us away, transported to another dimension, until our hearts, brains, bodies, give up and follow the flow of minutes.
We're all just fairy dust.
And maybe a little bit of fairy cakes.
Ensinaram-me uma vez a moderar todas as nossas pequenas tragédias pessoais com uma dose de humor, um sorriso. E ensinaram-me a não dar explicações sobre as coisas que nos fazem sorrir.
As if the moon, by simply rising in the sky, would make us all forgive and forget. As if the tides would wash away all the temper and wrath, leaving the love behind.
As if the seasons changing would take halves of me with them, and less and less of me remains each time.
I guess that is what happens, in reality. Times takes us away, transported to another dimension, until our hearts, brains, bodies, give up and follow the flow of minutes.
We're all just fairy dust.
And maybe a little bit of fairy cakes.
Ensinaram-me uma vez a moderar todas as nossas pequenas tragédias pessoais com uma dose de humor, um sorriso. E ensinaram-me a não dar explicações sobre as coisas que nos fazem sorrir.
Criado por Isménia @ 1:37 da tarde 
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