The Wanderer: C'est la vie

sexta-feira, agosto 05, 2005

C'est la vie

Existem aquelas pessoas das quais você gosta tanto que decide não se importar com seus piores erros. Quando você descobre essas características é uma decepção, mas ainda assim você não deixa de gostar dessas pessoas. Essas pessoas são especiais para você.

Por exemplo, outro dia vi Jerry Seinfeld no SNL torcendo com uma camisa dos Mets. Mas eu continuo gostando dele.

P.S.: Go Yankees!

Nenhum comentário:

Postar um comentário

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)

sexta-feira, agosto 05, 2005

C'est la vie

Nenhum comentário:

Meus Links

Links

Arquivo do blog