Desconfio sempre das pessoas que dizem conhecer ao ínfimo pormenor todos os seus limites e capacidades quando na maioria das vezes, nunca sequer foram postas à prova.
Com o tempo, aprendi a preferir abraçar profundamente um sonho ambicioso ainda que irremediavelmente destinado ao fracasso, a um projecto pobre e mesquinho que tenha sido levado a bom porto. Eu explico; com o tempo, interiorizei que por vezes, mais vale uma glória fracassada do que cem mediocridades alcançadas. E com o tempo tomei consciência de que não há mal nenhum em querer aspirar os céus, mesmo que isso implique perder um pé no trajecto.
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12 criaturas afundaram esta pérola:
Lá diziam os iluministas..."mais vale ser rei por um dia que ser escravo toda a vida"...
Um abraço
Só te faço uma observação...Nunca partas do princípio que um sonho ambicioso está destinado ao fracasso, porque desse modo já partes derrotada.
Digo-o com experiência própria...Aos vinte e cinco anos (1971),por força das circunstâncias,fui forçado a mudar radicalmente a minha vida,estudei lutei muito e contra muita gente, ninguém senão eu acreditava que era possível...e foi.
Tu tens fibra...acredita em ti e nunca te dês por derrotada, a tua vitória vai ser a derrota dos que não acreditam em ti.
Ousa,tu és uma vencedora.
Beijocas.
nem mais...
ui...já levei isto bem para além do red line...dói mas ficas maior...
...e ficas mesmo...
o tal abraço
Pelo menos sempre tiras os pés do chão.. Desejo-te bons voos!
Lá no tasco, foste a que mais se aproximou da resposta certa ehehe
Beijocas ;)
Toda a razão! Arriscar torna-se mais importante.
wake up breathe keep breathing
you don't trade money here
you trade information
and skin
right now there are thousands of forgotten people
trying to remember you
children are killed because they write an enemy's name backwards on the wall
young girls tie ribbons around their slender throats trying to keep their heads on
chocolate boy walks to icecream truck for vanilla cone is shot dead three times
this city kills its young
the angels all have guns now
the angels aren't anyone you'd wanna pray to
no-one here has goals like:
get a job, get married, have kids
the ambitions are
wake up breathe keep breathing
no desire to get rich
become famous
move out
the ambitions are
wake up breathe
keep breathing
every woman who walks by is every woman you'll never have
beautiful, quick and poisonous as mercury
the city is full of women slim and busy
hoping there is room in some man's life
for them
women sort through the dead bodies like bags of laundry with exhausted mama eye
sigh because they are too dry for tears
people huddle in kitchens, clasp their hands, celebrating
something has tried to kill them and failed
nightclub men twitch too subdued to recognize apocalypse
the ambitions are
wake up breathe keep breathing
the ambitions are
wake up breathe keep breathing
you've driven these streets a thousand times and all they offer is their exhaustion
your nightmares have your name now
you exit the glitter storm, go home alone and embrace the violence instead
the city has claimed all your blood and memory this is cool and unusual punishment
you go for years without touching another
never think of the 'why?'
you are so casual about brutality
doctor says: take this, it'll settle you down
doctor says: take this, it'll settle your system
doctor says: take this, it'll we'll settle the bill
doctor says: take this, it'll settle the score
the ambitions are
wake up breathe keep breathing
the ambitions are
wake up breathe keep breathing
there's a voice on the loudspeaker and she speaks your language
doesn't need to stay
it can disappear when the wife walks in
here comes the interrogation room scene
today is the day you're gonna get caught
you're terrified of what you crave
don't get delighted
they want you scared
the sweet things don't stick around but the bullshit lasts forever
please press pound
you're dual-channeling for new friends or just new things to envy
who's running the machine you run on?
wish you had someone to speak code with
wish you had someone to steal things for
wish you had someone to fuck you so you could finally go to sleep
you just wanna die
a little bit
ink and paint is making you faint in your pale pale shirt stolen from uptown stores
watch the girls in the twin sweater sets smoke, cough, throw up
teeth-scraped knuckles are a tell-tale sign
get in the car
get in the car
get in the car and what you hear is a sound of impact
turn around slowly and check your body for bruises
there is no-one here to take care of you
open-mouthed, waiting for a candy kiss and all you get is rain communion
between lapdances and laptops you see girls who fuck like they're boneless
you're 38 and your job is telling 14 year old boys what to think is cool
are you laughing?
they are
and this one is a fire
and that one is a flame
and this one is a spark
and that one is a match you put out in your mouth when no-one was looking
and in your dreams your grandparents live forever
and you throw your love into the air like glitter swallowing stars, spitting up stardust
the ambitions are
wake up breathe keep breathing
the ambitions are
wake up breathe keep breathing
mothers wring their hands and say: I'm so at a loss
best friend says: I've come not to praise you, but to destroy with my bare fucking hands
girl on the television says: you all work for me now
boss says: come here, let me hit you just once
man on the street says: I can make any woman kill herself in a year
so you drive your dead body home at night
and when you sleep the angels kisses are mercury
mercury
breaking love into lust
grinding pearls into dust
breaking love into lust
grinding pearls into dust
breaking love into lust
grinding pearls into dust
the ambitions are
wake up breathe keep breathing
the ambitions are
wake up breathe
keep breathing
The Golden Palominos
É pá, mas tu escreves de uma maneira que me prende completamente! não é muito usual, percebes!? BOa! Continua a deitar tudo pra fora! Assim como eu :)
Olha que eu sou das pessoas que conhece todos os seus limites... O que me deixa frustradíssimo. É que eu sou mesmo muito mariquinhas, muito fraquinho mesmo...
Beijinho
Pior que não conseguir, é não tentar...
Esta é das tais coisas que vamos aprendendo com o tempo.
A todos um arquipélago de abraços
Ou como diria um alentejano: mesmo que isso implique cagar um pé todo até ao joelho. eheheh
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