Cenoura das Índias: pensamentos que deviam permanecer inexistentes

5.11.08

perco-me nas palavras que desejo ouvir e que sei que não posso

smokers reflect disse...: "There's so many things that we miss in our everyday lives
We're so busy hustling, bustling chasing far away dreams
We forget the little things
Like blue skies, green eyes and our babies growing
Like rainbows, fresh snow and the smell of summer
We forget to live.

Give us eyes like children so we live each day as our first
We're so sure we know so much that we forget to listen
Then we want the fickle things
Like cheap thrills fast fuel and constant consumption
Like TV, CDs and cars that speak our names
We forget to live.

There's so many things that we miss in our everyday lives
We're so busy hustling, bustling chasing far away dreams
We forget the little things
Like blue skies, green eyes and our babies growing
Like rainbows, fresh snow and the smell of summer
We forget to live"; 13 de novembro de 2008 às 19:28
Anónimo disse...: "I've been so excited since I knew I was gonna be with you
Now everyday the sun will shine on me from your eyes
I'm on a train to you and it's just not fast enough
Every second takes an hour, I can't sit still

You waited so long and so patiently for me to be
Sure I could trust the light in your eyes that shine
Now it's all in your hands and it feels so beautiful
Now you can lay them all on me as much as you like"; 22 de novembro de 2008 às 18:59

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