Há dias assim...

Hoje tou assim meio nostalgica...

Tenho saudades da mãe, do pai, do mano, dos amigos extraordinários que fiz na faculdade, dos amigos que comigo partilharam a infância e as confissões da adolescência...

Tenho saudades dos espaços e do tempo que não volta atrás...

Saudades do trabalho que deixei para trás, dos colegas...

Saudades de me sentir segura, de ter grandes convicções que defendia até ao fim, de saber o que gosto realmente...

Enfim, tenho saudades de mim e de saber quem sou!!!

"É uma pena só aprendermos as lições da vida quando já não precisamos delas."

Oscar Wilde

Não tenho tanta experiencia assim, para que pense nesta afirmação como um lema, mas a verdade é que me parece ter todo o sentido deste mundo!

Bem sei que voltei muito pouco inspirada e nada do que tenho postado mostra realmente o que sinto. A verdade é que quando fundei este blog essa era a finalidade, mas as coisas por aqui têm andado bastante confusas e dificeis de exprimir, mesmo de pensar....Desta forma tenho deixado posts que de alguma forma e por alguma razão me chamam a atenção. Estou à espera que a inspiração volte!!!

Broken Strings - James Morrison

"Let me hold you

For the last time

It's the last chance to feel again

But you broke me

Now I can't feel anything

When I love youIt's so untrue

I can't even convince myself

When I'm speaking

It's the voice of someone else

Oh it tears me up

I tried to hold but it hurts too much

I tried to forgive but it's not enough

To make it all okay

You can't play our broken strings

You can't feel anything

That your heart don't want to feel

I can't tell you something that aint real

Oh the truth hurts

And lies worse

I can't like it anymore

And I love you a little less than before

Oh what are we doing

We are turning into dust

Playing house in the ruins of us

Running back through the fire

When there's nothing left to say

It's like chasing the very last train

When it's too late

Oh it tears me up

I tried to hold but it hurts too much

I tried to forgive but it's not enough

To make it all okay

You can't play our broken strings

You can't feel anything

That your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that aint real

Oh the truth hurts

And lies worse

I can't like it anymore

And I love you a little less than before

But we're running through the fire

When there's nothing left to say

It's like chasing the very last train
When we both know it's too late

You can't play our broken strings

You can't feel anything

That your heart don't want to feel

I can't tell you something that aint real

Oh the truth hurts

And lies worse

I can't like it anymore

And I love you a little less than before

Oh and I love you a little less than before

Let me hold you for the last time

It's the last change to feel again"

(Não tão intenso, mas...)

"Nem sempre o que é, é o que tem que ser!"