Pedaços...

Hoje leram-me a sina. Por brincadeira. Não acredito. Acho interessante o resultado:
"Confusão de linhas, emaranhado. Vida pouco longa, possivelmente não passarei dos 40. Um casamento que não durará muito tempo (acho óbvio, uma vez que não passarei dos 40...)".
Não tem nada a ver, mas acho que hoje esta música faz todo o sentido. [hoje, ontem e amanhã... retrato(s) de vida]

Sum 41 - Pieces

I tried to be perfect
But nothing was worth it
I don’t believe it makes me real
I thought it’d be easy
But no one believes me
I meant all the things I said

If you believe it’s in my soul
I’d say all the words that I know
Just to see if it would show
That I’m trying in to let you know
That I’m better off on my own

This place is so empty
My thoughts are so tempting
I don’t know how it got so bad
Sometimes it’s so crazy
That nothing can save me
But it’s the only thing that I have

If you believe it’s in my soul
I said all the words that I know
Just to see if it would show
That I’m trying in to let you know
That I’m better off on my own

On my own

I tried to be perfect
It just wasn’t worth it
Nothing could ever be so wrong
It’s hard to believe me
It never gets easy
I guess I knew that all along

If you believe it’s in my soul
I’d say all the words that I know
Just to see if it would show
That I’m trying in to let you know
That I’m better off on my own


Paulo Aroso Campos - paulo.aroso@zmail.pt