Ouvi e senti

E com esta encontrei-te...

"Pride & Joy; time of day I can't recall;the kind of thing that takes it's toll; over years and over time; over smiles and over wine; all in all it wasn't bad; all in all it wasn't good; but I still care; that's the problem with the days; they're never long enough to say; what it is you never said; all the books you never read; I throw myself into the wind; hoping somebody will pick me up; and carry me again; where are you now; I needed you; you let me down; do I make you proud; do you get me now; am I your pride, joy; I believe this to be true; nothing sacred, nothing new; no one tells you when its time; there are no warnings, only signs; before you know it you're alone; you're not a child anymore; but you're still scared; all your mountains turn to rocks; all your oceans turn to drops; they are nothing like you thought; can't be something your not; life is not a looking glass; don't get tangled in your past; like I am learning not to; where are you now; I needed you; you let me down; do I make you proud; do you get me now; am I your pride, joy"

(Pride & Joy de Brandi Carlile)

Memorável

E mesmo que não tenham tocado...até porque faz sentido que não... pois tudo muda

"If you had eyes like golden crowns and diamonds in your fingertips; you'd waste it; If shining wisdom passed your lips and traveled to the ears of god; you'd waste it; And so I hate that your overrated most revered and celebrated; cause you're wasted; Then again it's good to get a call; Now and then just to say hello; Have I said; I hate to see you go...hate to see you go; Every time you close a door and nothing opens in its place you've wasted; And when you speak the words you know to those who know the words themselves you're wasted,You're such a classic waste of cool, so afraid to break the rules in all the wrong places; Then again it's good to get a call; Now and then just to say hello; Have I said; I hate to see you go...hate to see you go "

(Wasted de Brandi Carlile)

Que silêncio....

voar de balão

Voar de balão sem saber para onde vamos... ao sabor do vento...com a certeza que o caminho que seguimos é o do coração...

Largar os medos e voar...

Maria

Gato Maltês