Meus pensamentos voam, minhas palavras permanecem ao léu. Palavras sem pensamentos nunca sobem ao céu. W.Shakespeare
- A arte deve antes de tudo e em primeiro lugar embelezar a vida. Nietzsche
- Teatro, poesia, Música, cinema Literatura, Fotografia, Pintura.
quinta-feira, 27 de março de 2008
Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy (poor boy),
I need no sympathy
I'm easy come, easy golittle high, little lowAnyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters It's too late, my time has come