04/11/2008
Depois de uma série de exames, que culminaram com uma desagradável endoscopia, parece que tenho uma gastrite do antro, coisa comum a 90% dos adultos. Nem um pouco de colesterol, triglicéridos, ácido úrico, nem um batimento cardiaco ao lado, nem uma úlcera, eczema, nada, tudo absurdamente saudável e normal, tal como a gastrite.
E um cirurgião para a alma não há?
Jeff Buckley
Eternal life
Eternal life is now on my trail
Got my red glitter coffin man, just need one last nail...
While all these ugly gentlemen play out their foolish games
There's a flaming red horizon that screams our names
And as your fantasies are broken in two
Did you really think this bloody road would pave the way for you?
You better turn around and blow your kiss hello to life eternal, angel
Racist everyman, what have you done?
Man, you've made a killer of your unborn son
Crown my fear your king, at the point of a gun
All I wanna do is love everyone
And as your fantasies are broken in two
Did you really think this bloody road would pave the way for you?
You better turn around and blow your kiss hello to life eternal, angel
There's no time for hatred, only questions
What is love?
Where is happiness?
What is a life?
Where is peace?
When will I find the strength to bring me release?
Tell me where is the love in what your prophet has said?
Man it sounds to me just like a prison for the walking dead
Well I've got a message for you and your twisted hope
You'd better turn around and blow your kiss goodbye to life eternal, angel
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2 comentários:
O unico medicamento disponivel para os males da alma é a boa música.
Maria João
Principalmente tentar fazê-la, mas ultimamente tem sido um trabalho diferente e o tempo tem sido pouco.
Daí a ansiedade.
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