Contigo, sem tigo

A única coisa boa do carnaval (pra mim) é poder tocar violão e ler o quanto posso e quero.Carnaval é um porre. A começar pelo nome. Festa da carne?

Vou criar o meu Veggieval.

Fica aqui o meu post #1 para Momo, que é rei posto pra mim.
Com usted, um Oasis genial, gravado em Abbey Road, num super harrison-hit:

We were talking about the space between us all,
and the people who hide themselves behind a wall of illusion,
never glimpse the truth, then it's far too late when they pass away...
We were talking about the love we all could share when we find it,
to try our best to hold it there with our love,
with our love we could save the world if they only knew...

Try to realise it's all within yourself, no one else can make you change.
And to see you're really only very small and life flows on within you and without you.

We were talking about the love that's gone so cold
and the people who gain the world and lose their soul,
they don't know, they can't see the truth, are you one of them?

When you've seen beyond yourself then you may find peace of mind is waiting there.
And the time will come when you see we're all one and life flows on within you and without you.

Colombina, pq estás tão...tão...tão...ah. Tchêga.

Blogado por Enio Martins @ janeiro 31, 2008 08:03 PM