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«Há tanta, tanta gente neste mundo, todos à espera de qualquer coisa uns dos outros, e, contudo, irremediavelmente afastados« Haruki Murakami
Então Mafalda, fica aqui a tradução do poema de Goethe que postei em alemão, sorry, mas era para contemplar esta língua neste Bog internacional!!
"Feliz só será...
Feliz só erá
A alma que amar.
Estar alegre e triste,
Perder-se a pensar
Desejar e recear
Suspensa em penar
Saltar de prazer,
De aflição morrer -
Feliz só será
A alma que amar."
J.W.Goethe
E deixo uma música liiinda... prestem atenção à letra...porque "love is a mistery" e "mr. curious well I need some inspiration" Giiiro! Anyway, há malta que dá cabo de nós à séria, devia ser embalada e deportada para a Sibéria (olhem, rimou!), como a minha querida miúda diz ;-) mas...nãaaaa, deixa-los andar por cá para nos inspirarem!!
Just to say… adorei o concerto!
Beautiful Mess
You got the best of both worlds; you’re the kind of girl
Who can take down a man and lift him back up again
You are strong but you’re needy. Humble but you’re greedy
Based on your body language and shoddy cursive I’ve been reading
Your style is quite selective but your mind is rather reckless
Well I guess it just suggests that this is just what happiness is
Hey what a beautiful mess this is
It’s like picking up trash in dresses
It kind of hurts when the kind of words you write
Kind of turn themselves into knives
Don’t mind my nerve you can call it fiction
I like being submerged in your contradictions, dear
Cause here we are, here we are
Although you’re biased I love your advice
Your comebacks they’re quick and probably have to do with your insecurities
There’s no shame in being crazy depending how you take these words
I’m paraphrasing this relationship we’re staging
Its a beautiful mess yes it is
It’s like we’re picking up trash in dresses
It kind of hurts when the kind of words you say
Kind of turn themselves into blades
Kind and courteous is a life I’ve heard
But it’s nice to say that we played in the dirt
Cause here we are, here we are
Here we are, here we are, we’re still here…