Em sonho, hoje, minha consciência me fez uma visita. Ela é um tanto quanto intolerante, mas é uma entidade boa. Preocupada apenas com meus best interests.
"Puta merda, mas você se meteu em um grande problema, não?" Ela disse.
"É, sabe como é...."
"Porra, eu bem que tentei te avisar. Todo aquele tempo não foi o suficiente?" Ela continuou no ataque.
"Foi. Quer dizer... Não. Eu resolvi tentar de qualquer jeito." Eu respondi.
"Se você aprontar mais uma dessas eu me demito. Idiota." Ela disse e foi embora.
Acordei nessa hora. Não consigo mais dormir.
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I went out walking
Through streets paved with gold,
Lifted some stones of the skin and bones
Of a city without a soul.
I went out walking
Under an atomic sky,
Where the ground won’t turn and the rain it burns
Like the tears when I said goodbye.
Yeah, I went with nothing
Nothing but the thought of you
I went wandering.
I went drifting
Through the capitals of tin,
Where men can’t walk or freely talk
And sons turn their fathers in.
I stopped outside a church house
Where the citizens lack to sit,
They say they want the kingdom
But they don’t want God in it.
I went out riding
Down that old eight lane,
I passed by a thousand signs
Looking for my own name.
I went with nothing,
But the thought you’d be there too
Looking for you.
I wet out there
In search of experience
To taste and touch and to view as much
As a man can before he redempts.
I went out searching
Looking for one good man
A spirit who would not bend or break
Who would sit at his fathers right hand.
I went walking
With a bible and a gun
The word of God laid heavy on my heart
I was sure I was the one.
Now Jesus, don’t you wait up
Jesus I’ll be coming home soon
I went out for the papers
Told her I’d be back by noon.
Yeah, I left with nothing
But the thought you’d be there too
Looking for you.
Yeah, I left with nothing
Nothing but the thought of you
I went wandering.
(U2 & Johnny Cash)
Through streets paved with gold,
Lifted some stones of the skin and bones
Of a city without a soul.
I went out walking
Under an atomic sky,
Where the ground won’t turn and the rain it burns
Like the tears when I said goodbye.
Yeah, I went with nothing
Nothing but the thought of you
I went wandering.
I went drifting
Through the capitals of tin,
Where men can’t walk or freely talk
And sons turn their fathers in.
I stopped outside a church house
Where the citizens lack to sit,
They say they want the kingdom
But they don’t want God in it.
I went out riding
Down that old eight lane,
I passed by a thousand signs
Looking for my own name.
I went with nothing,
But the thought you’d be there too
Looking for you.
I wet out there
In search of experience
To taste and touch and to view as much
As a man can before he redempts.
I went out searching
Looking for one good man
A spirit who would not bend or break
Who would sit at his fathers right hand.
I went walking
With a bible and a gun
The word of God laid heavy on my heart
I was sure I was the one.
Now Jesus, don’t you wait up
Jesus I’ll be coming home soon
I went out for the papers
Told her I’d be back by noon.
Yeah, I left with nothing
But the thought you’d be there too
Looking for you.
Yeah, I left with nothing
Nothing but the thought of you
I went wandering.
(U2 & Johnny Cash)
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- A primeira e última pessoa do plural
- Um pequeno pedaço da verdade
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