É triste quando chega ao fim

Vou sentir saudade de cada um de vocês.

Saudades sinceras.

Não é perfeito?

“Em qualquer idade somos insatisfeitos na moldura da nossa vida - ela é mais rica, imprevisível e complexa para conter-se em adjetivos como triste ou alegre. E a fantasia proporcionada por um livro, um filme, uma peça teatral, pode suprir as lacunas e alimentar os sonhos pela mágica que nos faz sentir fisicamente, com a carne e o sangue, o que a ficção cria. Somos transportados para um lugar que não é nosso, mas é aquele que nossa sensibilidade nos leva - nós transcendemos pela fruição estética. A arte proporciona esse prodígio: adquirir vivências do que não vivemos. Nem viveremos”.

Alcione Araujo

Meu primeiro alargador

Ta aí, mais uma meta cumprida! rs

You give me something

You want to stay with me in the morning You only hold me when I sleep, I was meant to tread the water Now I've gotten in too deep, For every piece of me that wants you Another piece backs away. 'Cause you give me something That makes me scared, alright, This could be nothing But I'm willing to give it a try, Please give me something 'Cause someday I might know my heart. You already waited up for hours Just to spend a little time alone with me, And I can say I've never bought you flowers I can't work out what the mean, I never thought that I'd love someone, That was someone else's dream. 'Cause you give me something That makes me scared, alright, This could be nothing But I'm willing to give it a try, Please give me something, 'Cause someday I might call you from my heart, But it might me a second too late, And the words I could never say Gonna come out anyway. 'Cause you give me something That makes me scared, alright, This could be nothing But I'm willing to give it a try, Please give me something, 'Cause you give me something That makes me scared, alright, This could be nothing But I'm willing to give it a try, Please give me something 'Cause someday I might know my heart. Know my heart, know my heart, know my heart.

james morrison

As horas

"Inconscientemente, todos nós pensamos em sobreviver como espectadores de nossa propria morte." Freud

Quicker than a ray of light

Faster than the speeding light - She’s flying

Trying to remember

Where it all began

She’s got herself a little piece of heaven

Waiting for the time when

Earth shall be as one

She’s got herself a universe

And I feel Like I just got home

Quicker than a ray of light

She’s flying

Quicker than a ray of light

I’m flying...

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amo essas duas pessoinhas!

Isaac

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