tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-209303942011-04-21T15:18:16.618-07:00Livehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10908866066858393067noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20930394.post-1144069941355443922006-04-03T05:58:00.000-07:002006-04-03T06:12:21.396-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Etapas...Primeira Parte"<br /><br /><br /></span></span>Mais um dia passa, e dou por mim a pensar na pessoa k fui, na k sou e na que pretendo vir a ser...Lembro-m d mim na primária, um rapazinho tímido, pequenino...Sempre muito aplicado na aulas...Lembro-me dos meus colegas de turma da altura...Sobretudo de 3...O Daniel, o meu melhor amigo, a Liliana, a minha melhor amiga, e a Ana, o meu primeiro amor, o mais puro d tds, pq é o primeiro, e pq é um amor d criança...Agora sorrio spr k m lembro dixo...Mas a imagem d marca dst menino na primária era a de, qd iam lá tirar as fotos as turmas tds os anos, n haver uma em k eu n estivesse td suado...A culpa n era minha...ninguém os mandava tirar as fotos depois do intervalo!!!<br />Lembro-m desse tempo com alegria e saudade...E não m arrependo de nada do que fiz ou disse nessa altura, pq foi tudo dito e feito com a maior das inocências e com toda a sinceridade...Duas coisas que hoje em dia se perdem cada vez mais cedo, tal a vontad que as crianças têm d ser adultas...S ao menos elas soubessem o qt vao sentir a falta dessa altura depois...<br />Por enqto, fico por aki...Noutro dia falarei d outra etapa...A nostalgia apodera-s d mim...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20930394-114406994135544392?l=gostaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Livehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10908866066858393067noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20930394.post-1138143516699219112006-01-24T14:45:00.000-08:002006-01-24T15:05:08.323-08:00<span style="color:#3366ff;">The world seems not the same</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Though I know nothing has changed</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">It's all my state of mind</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">I can't leave it all behind</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">I have to stand up to be stronger...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>I have to try</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>To break free</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>From the thoughts in my mind</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>Use the time that I have</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>I can say goodbye</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>Have to make it right.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>Have to fight</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>'Cause I know in the end it's worthwhile</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>That the pain that I feel slowly fades away</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>It will be all right...</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">I knowI should realize</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Time is precious</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">It is worthwhile</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Despite how I feel inside</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Have to trust it'll be alright</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Have to stand up to be stronger.</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>I have to try<br />To break free<br />From the thoughts in my mind<br />Use the time that I have<br />I can say goodbye<br />Have to make it right.<br /><br />Have to fight<br />'Cause I know in the end it's worthwhile<br />That the pain that I feel slowly fades away<br />It will be all right...</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Oh, this night is too long</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Have no strength to go on</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">No more pain I'm flating away</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Through the mist I see the face</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Of an angel, calls my name</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">I remember </span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">you're the reason I have to stay.</span><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">I have to try</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">To break free</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">From the thoughts in my mind</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Use the time that I have</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">I can say goodbye</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Have to make it right. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Have to fight</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">'Cause I know in the end it's worthwhile</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">That the pain that I feel slowly fades away</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">It will be all right...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20930394-113814351669921911?l=gostaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Livehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10908866066858393067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20930394.post-1137251149881639922006-01-14T06:47:00.000-08:002006-01-14T07:05:49.906-08:00<strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">"SECRETS"</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">late in September</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">memories I can't erase</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">the shiver through autumn</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">the memory of your face</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">'cause I grew much older</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">I wonder</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">whatever I could have done</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">to fight all the magnets</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">but I close my eyes</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">and find truth in what I'm sayin'</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">they thought it was all a lie</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">how could they deny it</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"> when I was just a little child</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">secrets I kept inside me</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">no one can understand</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">secrets I had to hide</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"> 'cause no one would hold my hand when</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">secrets for me to know</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">and never for you to see</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">secrets for only me</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">emotions so bother my soul</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">to know that I felt much pain</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">I thought it would go far away</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">it did for the moment</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">find truth in what I'm sayin'</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">they thought it was all a lie</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">how could they deny it when</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"> I was just a child</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">baby, come on now</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>secrets I kept inside me<br />no one can understand<br />secrets I had to hide<br /> 'cause no one would hold my hand when<br />secrets for me to know<br />and never for you to see<br />secrets for only me</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">... the ones that could not escape the pain and missery</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">would noone ever set them free?</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">why do you pretend to see</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">all the pain they had to go through</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">can't you hear them cry to you?</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>secrets I kept inside me</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>no one can understand</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>secrets I had to hide </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>'cause no one would hold my hand when</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>secrets for me to know</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>and never for you to see</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>secrets for only me</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">oh babies crying</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">people are dying</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">the secrets inside their heart noone ever</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"> yeahoh yeah oh yeahcome on</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">come on and sing with me</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">secrets I</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">I know</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">there's nobody up in here</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">that can hear the cries hear</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">inside my mind</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">but I cry</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20930394-113725114988163992?l=gostaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Livehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10908866066858393067noreply@blogger.com0