De vez em quando há um sol. Um sol desigual. Não é o mesmo de ontem nem de todos os dias. Fica mais tempo. Permanece.
Há um relance desse sol que amorna a alma e traz uma esperança que ainda não se chama esperança. É um calor.
E o sol põe-se como todos os dias e como todos os sois. Demorado, mas a viver o seu destino. De ir e voltar. De oferecer.
E há uma luz, uma luz que canta mais alto que a vida e mostra a cor. Indefinida. Forte. Única.
Se pudéssemos viver dessa cor. Se pudéssemos tocar-lhe. Absorvê-la como se só se vivesse um dia e usá-la para sempre, habitar nela. Se pudéssemos ouvi-la nos sonhos e falar-lhe ao ouvido. Contar-lhe.
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if i told you things i did before
told you how i used to be
would you go along with someone like me
if you knew my story word for word
had all of my history
would you go along with someone like me
i did before and had my share
it didn't lead nowhere
i would go along with someone like you
it doesn't matter what you did
who you were hanging with
we could stick around and see this night through
and we don't care about the young folks
talkin' bout the young style
and we don't care about the old folks
talkin' 'bout the old style too
and we don't care about their own faults
talkin' 'bout our own style
all we care 'bout is talking
talking only me and you
usually when things has gone this far
people tend to disappear
no-one will surprise me unless you do
i can tell there's something goin' on
hours seems to disappear
everyone is leaving i'm still with you
it doesn't matter what we do
where we are going to
we can stick around and see this night through
and we don't care about the young folks
talkin' bout the young style
and we don't care about the old folks
talkin' 'bout the old style too
and we don't care about their own faults
talkin' 'bout our own style
all we care 'bout is talking
talking only me and you
and we don't care about the young folks
talkin' bout the young style
and we don't care about the old folks
talkin' 'bout the old style too
and we don't care about their own faults
talkin' 'bout our own style
all we care 'bout is talking
talking only me and you
talking only me and you
talking only me and you
talking only me and you
young folks, peter bjorn and john
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