Humor parte 4

Da série conceitos físicos que acabam com a diversão.

Is there ever really a right time?

You had led me to believe

Someday you'd be there for me.

When the stars above aligned,

When you weren't so consumed...

I kept looking for the clues.

So I waited in the shadows of my heart

And still the time was never right.

Until one day I stopped caring

And began to forget why I longed to be so close.

And I disappeared into the darkness

And the darkness turned to pain

And never went away

Until all that remained

Was buried deep beneath the surface.

A shell of what things could have been.

Tired bones beneath a veil

Of guarded secrets all to frail

Sad to think I never knew

You were searching for the words,

For the moment to emerge.

Yet, the moment never came.

You couldn't risk my fragile frame

.

Until one day you stopped caring

And began to forget why you tried to be so close.

And you disappeared into the darkness

And the darkness turned to pain

And never went away

Until all that remained

Was buried deep beneath the surface.

I would scream just to be heard,

As if yelling at the stars.

I was bleeding just to feel.

You would never say a word.

Kept me reaching in the dark.

Always something to conceal.

Until one day I stopped caring

And began to forget why I longed to be so close.

And I disappeared into the darkness

And the darkness turned to pain

And never went away

Until all that remained

Was buried deep beneath the surface.

Beneath the surface.

Dream Theater - A Dramatic Turn of Events

O vento e minha sombra.

O vento e minha sombra.

És a brisa que ventou as folhas pra longe
Mas já foi o marasmo que as deixou cair logo ali chão.
Eis que some de tempos em tempos e eu penso quando voltarás.
Saiba que és o que fazes para ti mesmo.

Eras uma sombra a beira da estrada.
Um simples grão de areia lutando conta a força eólica do mundo.
E hoje és brisa que sopra os cabelos e uma ou outra saia de meninas descuidadas.
Escolhe, pois, a sombra do teu destino e saiba que ela te tornará brisa forte.

Antes de tudo foste o pouco que eu já não sei.
E o que te movia era a força do coração.
Eis que ja está a me sumir mais uma vez
E quando retornares já serás furacão.


Frase da semana:"If I die tomorow I'll be alright because I belive that after you're gone the spirit carries on." - Dream Theater

Aquele abraço.
HCascardo