domingo, maio 21, 2006

E de ti me Liberto..



Did I disappoint you
or let you down?
Should I be feeling guilty
or let the judges frown?
'Cause I saw the end
before we'd begun,
Yes I saw you were blinded
and I knew I had won.
So I took what's mine
by eternal right.
Took your soul
out into the night.
It may be over
but it won't stop there,
I am here for you
if you'd only care.
You touched my heart
you touched my soul.
You changed my life
and all my goals.
And love is blind
and that I knew when,
My heart was blinded by you.
I've kissed your lips
and held your head.
Shared your dreams
and shared your bed.
I know you well,
I know your smell.
I've been addicted to you.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
I am a dreamer but when I wake,
You can't break my spirit
- it's my dreams you take.
And as you move on,
remember me,
Remember us and all we used to be
I've seen you cry,
I've seen you smile.
I've watched you sleeping for a while.
I'd spend a lifetime with you.
I know your fears and you know mine.
We've had our doubts but now we're fine,
And I love you, I swear that's true.
I cannot live without you.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
And I still hold your hand in mine.
In mine when I'm asleep.
And I will bear my soul in time,
When I'm kneeling at your feet.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.
Goodbye ...

Pois cada vez que o sol se poe no horizonte é mais um dia que passa, aumentando assim o vazio Que existe entre nós... fazendo com que as memorias se tornem mais tenues...
Que os traços do teu rosto sejam mais dificeis de imaginar...
Nada mais tenho a te dizer ...
Só mesmo...
Adeus.

domingo, maio 07, 2006

Peça



Vamos fingir...
Que conseguimos ser felizes...
Vamos fingir...
Que tudo voltou ao normal...
Vamos fingir...
Que as pessoas nao são assim tao crueis...
Não...
Já não podemos...
A peça que encenaste já chegou ao fim há muito tempo..
E eu ainda permaneço na plateia à espera de uma segunda parte...
Uma segunda vez...
Mas já é tarde, as luzes já estão apagadas e as cortinas cerradas.
Não ha mais nenhuma historia para contar.
Só eu, sózinha, as escuras , no meio do silêncio.
Só eu..
Sózinha..
Á espera de algo que me faça levantar...
Que agora a peça a representar seja aquela que eu tanto quis encenar...
Ou então..
Que outra encenadora me venha e salvar...
Pois a mim nada me resta..
Se não esperar...
Só eu, sózinha, as escuras, no meio do silêncio...