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Contudo, aquilo que ele diz é demasiado sincero para ser verdadeiro. Mesmo assim, está convencido de que fala verdade.
[Virginia Wolf]
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Quando tinha 21 anos, gostava de dar entrevistas porque queria salvar o mundo. Ainda quero. Mas metade das vezes estou a tentar salvar-me a mim propria.
[Cat Power]
domingo, 30 de março de 2008
Alguém disse outra vez.
"Um homem nunca sabe aquilo de que é capaz até que o tenta fazer" [Charles Dickens]
The taste of life I can't describe
It's chocking on my mind
Reaching out I can't believe
Faith it can't decide
On and on I carry on
But underneath my mind
And on and on I tell my self
It's this I can't disguise
Oh can't you see
Holding on to my heart
I bleed the taste of life
The pace, the time, I can't survive
It's grinding down the view
Breaking out which way to choose
A choice I can't renew
Holding on I carry on
But underneath my mind
And on and on I tell my self
It's this I can't disguise
Oh can't you see
Holding on to my heart
I bleed, no place is safe
Can't you see the taste of life
The taste of life I can't describe
It's chocking on my mind
Reaching out I can't believe
Faith it can't decide
On and on I carry on
But underneath my mind
And on and on I tell my self
It's this I can't disguise
Oh can't you see
Holding on to my heart
I bleed the taste of life
The pace, the time, I can't survive
It's grinding down the view
Breaking out which way to choose
A choice I can't renew
Holding on I carry on
But underneath my mind
And on and on I tell my self
It's this I can't disguise
Oh can't you see
Holding on to my heart
I bleed, no place is safe
Can't you see the taste of life
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Não se viam as plantas cobertas pela neve. - E o lavrador, dono do campo, comentou jovialmente: "Agora, crescem para dentro". - Pensei em ti; na tua forçosa inactividade - Diz-me: também cresces para dentro? [Josemaría Escrivá de Balaguer]
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