Já pensaram no que fariam se soubessem que tinham apenas mais um dia de vida? Que gostavam de levar convosco? De fazer pela ultima vez? A primeira coisa que me veio à cabeça foi o cheiro da manhã. Sabem, aquele cheiro a erva, terra e vento húmido duma manhã de outono. Queria cheirar isso pela última vez. Beber os primeiros raios de sol do dia. E despedir-me das últimas réstias de luz do dia. Queria sentir de novo o prazer de sentir o mar ali ao pé. Cheirar o sal. Ouvir o mar de novo... Queria rir-me. Rir-me até não poder mais. Rir até me doer a cara. Queria dar um beijo. Sentir o abraço do amor e não enfrentar a dor da despedida. Queria segurar de novo um buquêt de lápis acabados de afiar. Queria escrever o meu nome pela última vez numa folha de papel. Queria comer uma bela última refeição. Empanturrar-me numa montanha de doces até não poder mais. Queria ajudar alguém antes de me despedir. Queria pegar no carro e seguir sem sentido estrada fora. Puxar pelos limites e gozar a velocidade e a adrenalina. Queria ver tudo e todos. Queria despedir-me dos meus amigos, não com um "adeus" mas simplesmente dizendo o quanto são importantes. Queria chorar no ombro da minha mãe e dar um abraço ao meu pai. Queria deitar-me na relva de barriga para cima e ver as nuvens passar. Queria sentir o vento da cara e a chuva escorrer-me pela cara. . . Com tanta coisa que queria fazer. . . Um dia não chegava. . . Uma semana era insuficiente. . . E um ano. . . inutil. E, então, percebi uma percentagem minúscula da frustração de quem se confronta com essa realidade . . . E percebi também quantas pequenas coisas me prendem a este mundo. . .
NOTE: For the few english readers of my blog, this text is, unfortunatly only in portuguese. Sorry folks. =)
_______________________________
FALL OUT BOY
"I Don't Care"
Say my name, and his in the same breath, I
Dare you to say they taste the same,
Let the leaves fall off in the summer
And let December glow in flames
Brace myself and let go,
Start it over again in Mexico
These friends, they don't love you
They just love the hotel suites, now
I don't care what you think,
As long as it's about me
The best of us can find happiness
In misery
I don't care what you think
As long as it's about me
The best of us can find happiness
In misery
Oh, take a chance, let your body get a tolerance,
I'm not a chance, but a heat wave in your pants
Pull a breath like another cigarette,
Palms up, I'm trading 'em (trading 'em)
I'm the oracle in my chest,
Let the guitar scream like a fascist,
Sweat it out, shut your mouth,
Free love on the streets, but
In the alley and I ain't that cheap, now
I don't care what you think,
As long as it's about me
The best of us can find happiness
In misery
I don't care what you think,
As long as it's about me
The best of us can find happiness
In misery
Said-a, I don't care just a-what you think,
As long as it's about me, you said-a
I don't care just what you think,
As long as it's about me, you said-a
I don't care (I don't care)
You said I don't care (I don't care)
Said I don't care,
I don't care
I don't care (I don't care), I said-a
I don't care
I don't care what you think,
As long as it's about me
The best of us can find happiness
In misery
I don't care what you think,
As long as it's about me
The best of us can find happiness
In misery..
NOTE: For the few english readers of my blog, this text is, unfortunatly only in portuguese. Sorry folks. =)
_______________________________
FALL OUT BOY
"I Don't Care"
Say my name, and his in the same breath, I
Dare you to say they taste the same,
Let the leaves fall off in the summer
And let December glow in flames
Brace myself and let go,
Start it over again in Mexico
These friends, they don't love you
They just love the hotel suites, now
I don't care what you think,
As long as it's about me
The best of us can find happiness
In misery
I don't care what you think
As long as it's about me
The best of us can find happiness
In misery
Oh, take a chance, let your body get a tolerance,
I'm not a chance, but a heat wave in your pants
Pull a breath like another cigarette,
Palms up, I'm trading 'em (trading 'em)
I'm the oracle in my chest,
Let the guitar scream like a fascist,
Sweat it out, shut your mouth,
Free love on the streets, but
In the alley and I ain't that cheap, now
I don't care what you think,
As long as it's about me
The best of us can find happiness
In misery
I don't care what you think,
As long as it's about me
The best of us can find happiness
In misery
Said-a, I don't care just a-what you think,
As long as it's about me, you said-a
I don't care just what you think,
As long as it's about me, you said-a
I don't care (I don't care)
You said I don't care (I don't care)
Said I don't care,
I don't care
I don't care (I don't care), I said-a
I don't care
I don't care what you think,
As long as it's about me
The best of us can find happiness
In misery
I don't care what you think,
As long as it's about me
The best of us can find happiness
In misery..
