A dor e seus limites...
A dor e seus limites, sua finalidade... então penso... melhor é não procurar sentido...e quando o vejo tão pequeno, tão frágil, minha única saída é admitir que só acontecerão coisas boas, que brevemente o verei sorrindo, feliz... esta imagem me dá forças e juntos continuamos...
posted by ajsblog | 8:53 PM
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Baudelaire que me perdoe assim como as flores
se as flores são do mal,
o que eu devo fazer com a bem-me-quer?
Jorge Luiz Freneda
The crying game
(Boy George)
I know all there is to know, about the crying game
I've had my share of the crying game
I know all there is to know, about the crying game
And if he knows, maybe he'll explain
One day soon, I'm gonna tell the moon,
about the crying game
And if he knows, maybe he'll explain
First there are kisses
Then there are sighs
And then before you know where you are,
you're saying goodbye
Don't want no more, of the crying game
Don't want no more, of the crying game
Don't want no more, of the crying game
Don't want no more, of the crying game
One day soon, I'm gonna tell the moon,
about the crying game
And if he knows, maybe he'll explain
Why there are heartaches
Why there are tears
And what to do, to stop feeling blue,
when love disappears
Don't want no more, of the crying game
Don't want no more, of the crying game
Don't want no more, of the crying game
Don't want no more, of the crying game
Aaahhh
(Jorge Luiz Freneda)
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