A Perfeição
O que me tranqüilizaé que tudo o que existe,existe com uma precisão absoluta.O que for do tamanho de uma cabeça de alfinetenão transborda nem uma fração de milímetroalém do tamanho de uma cabeça de alfinete.Tudo o que existe é de uma grande exatidão.Pena é que a maior parte do que existecom essa exatidãonos é tecnicamente invisível.O bom é que a verdade chega a nóscomo um sentido secreto das coisas.Nós terminamos adivinhando, co nfusos,a perfeição. Clarice Lispector
nobody knows me
I´ve had so many lives
Since I was a child
And I realise
How many times I´ve died
I´m not that kind of guy
Sometimes I feel shy
I think I can fly
Closer to the sky
No one´s telling you how to live your life
But it´s a setup until you´re fed up
This world is not so kind
People trap your mind
It´s so hard to find
Someone to admire
Only when I sleep
You're only just a dreamboatSailing in my headYou swim my secret oceansOf coral blue and redYour smell is incense burningYour touch is silken yetIt reaches through my skinAnd moving from withinIt clutches at my breastBut it's only when I sleepSee you in my dreamsYou got me spinning round and roundTurning upside-downBut I only hear you breatheSomewhere in my sleepGot me spinning round and roundTurning upside-downBut its only when I sleepAnd when I wake from slumberYour shadow's disappearYour breath is just a sea mistSurrounding my bodyI'm workin' through the daytimeBut when it's time to restI'm lying in my bedListening to my breathFalling from the edge