"All good things (come to an end)"
Estou a aproveitar o facto de os livros terem decidido fazer um intervalo para vos escrever um bocadinho. Louvo-lhes a diligência com que têm estado abertos e têm permitido que as suas páginas sejam folheadas. Francamente, já mereciam descansar.
Entretanto, dou por mim a pensar com saudade e nostalgia naqueles velhos tempos de há cerca de um mês atrás... Tempos em que eu vadiava despreocupada. Tempos em que não tinha de muscular o braço esquerdo com o peso de livros da biblioteca, livros diferentes todos os dias. Tempos em que eu pensava que tinha todo o tempo do mundo. Foram bons tempos. Enfim, os ciclos acabam, não é verdade? Dentro em breve este também terá terminado e será altura de socializar mais um bocadinho. :-) Para expressar mais eficazmente o meu estado-de-espírito, deixo-vos a letra de uma música. (A música... Mais do que nunca, a minha vida adquiriu banda sonora. É bom viver um musical.)"Honestly what will become of me
Don't like reality
It's way too clear to me
But really life is daily
We are what we don't see
Miss everything daydreaming
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end?
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end?
Come to an end, come to an
Why do all good things come to an end?
Come to an end, come to an
Why do all good things come to an end?
Traveling I only stop at exits
Wondering if I'll stay
Young and restless
Living this way I stress less
I want to pull away when the dream dies
The pain sets in and I don't cry
I only feel gravity and I wonder why
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end?
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end?
Come to an end, come to an
Why do all good things come to an end?
Come to an end, come to an
Why do all good things come to an end?
Well the dogs were whistling a new tune
Barking at the new moon
Hoping it would come soon so to that they could
Dogs were whistling a new tune
Barking at the new moon
Hoping it would come soon so that they could
Die, die, die, die, die
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end?
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end?
Come to an end, come to an
Why do all good things come to an end?
Come to an end, come to an
Why do all good things come to an end?
Well the dogs were barking at the new moon
Whistling a new tune
Hoping it would come soon
And the sun was wondering if it should
Stay away for a day 'til the feeling went away
And the sky was falling on the clouds were dropping and
The rain forgot how to bring salvation
The dogs were barking at the new moon
Whistling a new tune
Hoping it would come soon so that they could die"
Nelly Furtado
