Stars

Once upon a time a memory.
Once upon a time a girl.
Once upon a time a perfect life.
Once upon a time a perfect world.

But the dreams pass away
as the wind blow our utopias away
and nothing becomes eternal
Cause, in the end, all that stays are memories.

The stars above our heads
one by one start fading
And the night comes vicious
dark, a dream of serenity...

But soon, a new set of very different stars
will rise trough our dreams
as they start to became truth.

Them we'll be giants
we'll be everything we ever wanted
we’ll know everything we didn’t even dream about

The battles will be won and lost
ages will pass and forever
we think we’ll remain

Thought, in the end all that stays are memories

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Free Hugs

Tallulah

Remember when we used to look how sun sets far away?
And how you said: "this is never over"
I believed your every word and I guess you did too
But now you're saying : "hey, let's think this over"

You take my hand and pull me next to you, so close to you
I have a feeling you don't have the words
I found one for you, kiss your cheek, say bye, and walk away
Don't look back just walk away

I remember little things, you hardly ever do
Tell me why
I don't know why it's over
I remember shooting stars, the walk we took that night
I hope your wish came true, mine betrayed me

You let my hand go, and you fake a smile for me
I have a feeling you don't know what to do
I look deep in your eyes, hesitate a while...
Why are you crying?

Tallulah, It's easier to live alone than fear the time it's over
Tallulah, find the words and talk to me ,oh, Tallulah,
This could be... heaven

Alteraçao da letra tallulah dos sonata artica...
Espero que eles nao se importem

Harry Potter e Chop Suey... nunca imaginei nos meus piores pesadelos que esta uniao seria possivel!!!!

Nao me interpretem mal... eu adoro a musica, é excelente e tem um enorme significado para mim... mas Harry Potter....
Gosto dos livros nao pelo que a autora escreve mas pelo que eu imagino, tenho que lhe dar credito por um estilo de escrita que facilmente possibilita esse processo de criaçao... mas por isso mesmo quase que abomino os filmes ja que deitam por terra esse misterio...

bem mas ca fica esta junçao pouco provavel.. e um agradecimento po ricardo k me enviou o video.. deu para rir

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Imaginaçao...

Imaginaçao é algo engraçado... nos piores momentos, nos sitios e acontecimentos mais banais milhoes de ideias gritam desesperadamente na tua cabeça o direito à liberdade... nesse instante de iluminaçao no tempo queres gritar, falar, cantar, escrever...
cada um tem a sua arte, a sua tentativa de arte ou apenas a sua libertaçao...
nesse instante, o universo do ridiculo faz completo sentido e nao ha resposta que te falta, nao ha palavra que desconheças ou verdades que nao sejam tuas....

mas, cada dia que passa, cada dia que és engolido pelo mundo que te rodeia, esses breves momentos sao cada vez mais breves... esses breves momentos sao cada vez mais raros, especiais, magicos...

momentos em que perdes toda a logica e raciocinio.. mas que nao sao irracionnais nem ilogicos... mas sim a perfeita mistura harmoniosa entre a loucura e a lucidez... porque nesses momentos... por mais correias que predam o teu corpo, a tua mente sera livre... porque "ninguem corta a raiz ao pensamento"

"O amor é uma anomalia que causa graves atrasos mentais"

viva os azuleijos do lisbona