segunda-feira, novembro 21, 2005

Novembro Magico Novembro

Cada gota da chuva que cai hoje tem um novo significado, por muito fria que caia jamais me arrefecerá novamente a alma, jamais será o nervo à flôr da pele, jamais será motivo para morrer.
Cada gota da chuva que hoje cai será só mais um motivo para lembrar que existes e que te Amo.


When I look into your eyes
I can see a love restrained
But darlin' when I hold you
Don't you know I feel the same
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change
And it's hard to hold a candle
In the cold November rain
We've been through this such a long long time
Just tryin' to kill the pain
But lovers always come and lovers always go
An no one's really sure who's lettin' go today
Walking away
If we could take the time to lay it on the line
I could rest my head
Just knowin' that you were mine
All mine
So if you want to love me
then darlin' don't refrain
Or I'll just end up walkin'
In the cold November rain

Do you need some time...on your own
Do you need some time...all alone
Everybody needs some time...on their own
Don't you know you need some time...all alone
I know it's hard to keep an open heart
When even friends seem out to harm you
But if you could heal a broken heart
Wouldn't time be out to charm you

Sometimes I need some time...on my
own Sometimes I need some time...all alone
Everybody needs some time...on their own
Don't you know you need some time...all alone

And when your fears subside
And shadows still remain, ohhh yeahhh
I know that you can love me
When there's no one left to blame
So never mind the darkness
We still can find a way
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
Even cold November rain


Don't ya think that you need somebody
Don't ya think that you need someone
Everybody needs somebody
You're not the only one
You're not the only one

Guns n' Roses - November Rain

1 comentário:

Anónimo disse...

O poder da escrita está não só na caneta mais em quem a pega. Escape, gosto, procura do equilíbrio, e ela está sempre lá. Espero que nunca te faltem canetas nem vontade de escrever. A escrita cresce e amadurece connosco - eleva-nos o espírito, liberta-nos a alma, torna-nos sensíveis.

Beijos grandes
Joana Barroso, mesmo sem nunca te ter visto:)