Roubo o tempo que não é meu. Na ilusão de que o possuo, encho-o de demasiadas coisas demasiado longas. Falto-lhe ao respeito e, a transbordar, o tempo foge-me das mãos. Depois, com arrogância, sinto-me ofendida pela perda do que nunca foi meu.
La Voleuse, 1927
(WADING THROUGH) THE WATERS OF MY TIME
Richard Hawley
(...)
Don't reach for me the stars are cold
My race is run my stories told
I'm wading through the waters of my time
(...)
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Nuno a 29 de Novembro de 2007 às 11:29
Time has told me
You're a rare rare find
A troubled cure
For a troubled mind.
And time has told me
Not to ask for more
Someday our ocean
Will find its shore.
So I`ll leave the ways that are making me be
What I really don't want to be
Leave the ways that are making me love
What I really don't want to love.
Time has told me
You came with the dawn
A soul with no footprint
A rose with no thorn.
Your tears they tell me
There's really no way
Of ending your troubles
With things you can say.
And time will tell you
To stay by my side
To keep on trying
'til there's no more to hide.
(...)
:-)
Ps.: tenho todo o tempo do mundo para ti...
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