Pensamentos...

Porque é que de todo que queremos, obtemos tão pouco?
Porque é que do tão pouco que obtemos, não sabemos preservar e dar valor?

Nunca ninguém disse que esta vida era fácil... Mas também nunca ninguém disse que esta vida era tão difícil...








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Semana Academica

Apesar...

.... de tudo o cansaço,
.... de esta morte cerebral que tenho,
.... de querer voltar a trás no tempo,
.... de querer mudar algumas coisas,
.... de a vontade de viver já existir,
.... de querer ir sem rumo e não voltar,
.... de contar con todos, mas ao mesmo tempo com ninguém,

É sempre bom ver as pessoas com um sorriso quando damos algo, é sempre bom renascer das cinzas....




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Life!!!!

O que mais gosto nesta vida, é simplesmente o não saber o que pode acontecer até ao fim do dia quando acordamos de manha... Ou simplesmente começar uma conversa sobre uma rapariga, no final simplesmente ficar a saber que duas pessoas que já se conhecem a algum tempo, simplesmente são primos XD

Como eu gosto desta vida...

Why???

How many times do I have to try to tell you
That I'm sorry for the things I've done
But when I start to try to tell you
That's when you have to tell me
Hey...this kind of trouble's only just begun
I tell myself too many times
Why don't you ever learn to keep your big mouth shut
That's why it hurts so bad to hear the words
That keep on falling from your mouth
Falling from your mouth
Falling from your mouth
Tell me...
Why
Why

I may be mad
I may be blind
I may be viciously unkind
But I can still read what you're thinking
And I've heard it said too many times
That you'd be better off
Besides...
Why can't you see this boat is sinking
(This boat is sinking this boat is sinking)
Let's go down to the water's edge
And we can cast away those doubts
Some things are better left unsaid
But they still turn me inside out
Turning inside out
Turning inside out
Tell me...
Why
Tell me...
Why

This is the book I never read
These are the words I never said
This is the path I'll never tread
These are the dreams I'll dream instead
This is the joy that's seldom spread
These are the tears...
The tears we shed
This is the fear
This is the dread
These are the contents of my head
And these are the years that we have spent
And this is what they represent
And this is how I feel
Do you know how I feel?
'Cause I don't think you know how I feel
I don't think you know what I feel
I don't think you know what I feel
You don't know what I feel

WHY??????

Over My Head

Over My Head (Cable Car) - The Fray

"Só sei que nada sei."

Platão