É essa necessidade de falar e falar e falar o tempo todo que me faz, mais uma vez, escrever sobre o que eu sinto.
Não que tudo aqui escrito seja verdadeiro, pode ser que eu somente tenha descrito alguma vontade-fantasia-ilusão.
Nem todos os textos são atuais, retiro alguns de blogs, fotologs e diários antigos.
Não tente entender, não tente compreender.

A verdade e a mentira só existem na sua cabeça.

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segunda-feira, 30 de novembro de 2015

Stuck on a puzzle.

 
Stuck On The Puzzle
I'm not the kind of fool
Who's gonna sit and sing to you
About stars, girl
But last night I looked up into
The dark half of the blue
And they'd gone backwards

Something in your magnetism
Must have pissed them off
Forcing them to get an early night

I have been searching from
The bottom to the top
For such a sight
As the one I caught when I saw your

Fingers dimmed in the lights
Like you're used to being told that you're trouble
And I spent all night
Stuck on the puzzle

Nobody I asked
Knew how he came to be the one
To whom you surrendered

Any man who wasn't led away
Into the other room
Stood pretending

But something in your magnetism
Hadn't just made him drop
Whoever's hand it was that he was holding

I have been searching
From the bottom to the top
For such a sight
As the one I caught when I saw your

Fingers dimmed in the lights
Like your used to being told that you're trouble
And I spent all night
Stuck on the puzzle

I tried to swim to the side
But my feet got caught in the middle
And I thought I'd seen the light
But oh, no
I was just stuck on the puzzle
Stuck on the puzzle