Hoje sonhei que tinha ganhado um cachorrinho. Era um labrador ou um golden-retriever. Ele gostava de mim, bricava comigo.
Semana passada sonhei que um amigo meu trabalhava numa livraria e seu chefe não era uma pessoa muito legal. Insistia em destratar meu amigo. Uma hora resolvi ver quem era esse chefe. Era o Marcos Valério.
Uma hora dessas eu tento escrever algo mais interessante.
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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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5 comentários:
er... pessoas autoritárias te cercam, tornando um ambiente que é potencialmente legal e interessante em algo pesado, mas na verdade você quer carinho e uma vida leve e simples???
eu sonhei com o meu ex-namorado (só que ele tava bronzeado) e que na verdade a minha cachorra não tinha morrido, mas tinha sido "sequestrada" por um cara que vendia quadros pros meus pais (e que resolveu devolvê-la depois de um ano).
Analysing this: trazendo os mortos de volta à vida. that's no good.
Vc preferiria sonhar com mortos de volta a vida bronzeados ou com eles voltando como zumbis?
como zumbis, no doubt about that. this way i would be able to FUCKING KILL THEM ALL OVER AGAIN.
segura essa rato: hj eu sonhei que, na verdade, quem matou a Sharon Tate não foram os seguidores do Charles Manson, mas sim os do Bispo Bodrigues.
*Rodrigues.
O grande problema é que esse sonho pode ser verdade.
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