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Poderia chamar esse lugar de meu lar. Aqui é a casa de meus sentimentos mais obscuros. Aqueles que muitas pessoas escondem, dos quais muitos têm vergonha, e que todos possuem.
Pois eu os mostro aqui a vocês, e provo que os piores sentimentos podem ser transformados em inspiração para as palavras mais belas.
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Ana Luiza
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26 de dez. de 2008

Marry Christmas...

I thought I was the only one who'd be alone and out of home
But, while I was walking in the wet street tonight
I saw I was wrong
Some people were walking under their umbrellas
(Maybe coming back home)
But any of them were alone.

They looked at me when I passed by
(like they were seeing something really strange)
I really was the only one alone,
and the only one under the rain
But I wanted
I wanted the rain to wash me and all my depressive feelins
This thing that is still killing me inside
This thing that, in the end, I can't hide.

I was walking until the sea
just feeling the sand under my feet
and thinking
"Why do I always have to be the only one sad, when everyone is happy?"

When I finally felt the cold water
I saw it doesn't matter
I'll always be alone
but never the only one

Maybe, on some part of this world,
Some one is looking to the sea too
And, like me, thinking
"Oh, God, where are you?"

Where is the only person in this world who could make me laugh?
Where is the one who would take me away from here?
Where is the one who'd be with me?

This citty is darker without the light of the stores
No problem
Darkness is already a part of me

That night I knew
that wouldn't be no back

The ocean is too big
But I only can see the waves arround me

and, that night, I knew
I would be forever alone
it still hurts me
I'm still bleeding
and I'm afraid it will never change

But, as the other people doesn't do tonight,
I know who I am
I know who I'll be
And I'm enough to myself

Maybe, some day
I'll know the one with who I am suposed to be
and than, after so many tears, so many pains,
I'll be free

But, for now
I'm just walking alone
the only one who's out of home

and, for now
I'll keep trying to hide this tear running through my face
and pretending I don't care to be alone
Just pretending
that I am strong

Um comentário:

††Lady Chrissy†† disse...

A melancolia do Natal, sempre achei que essa fosse a melhor época para escrever...
Se você prometer não rir, depois eu te conto o que eu lembrei lendo...=P
Enfim, o próximo natal agora só ano que vem \0/ (ufa ...)

=*****