sexta-feira, 30 de março de 2012

Jack Johnson ♥


Better Together

There's no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard
No song that I could sing but I can try for your heart
Our dreams and they are made out of real things
Like a shoebox of photographs with sepia-toned loving
Love is the answer at least for most of the questions in my heart
Why are we here? And where do we go? And how come it's so hard?
It's not always easy and sometimes life can be deceiving
I'll tell you one thing, it's always better when we're together

Hum it's always better when we're together
Yeah we'll look at the stars when we're together
Well it's always better when we're together
Yeah it's always better when we're together

And all of these moments just might find their way into my dreams tonight
But I know that they'll be gone when the morning light sings
Or brings new things for tomorrow night you see
That they'll be gone too, too many things I have to do
But if all of these dreams might find their way into my day to day scene
I'd be under the impression I was somewhere in between
With only two, just me and you, not so many things we got to do
Or places we got to be we'll sit beneath the mango tree now

Yeah it's always better when we're together
Hum we're somewhere in between together
Well it's always better when we're together
Yeah it's always better when we're together

I believe in memories they look so, so pretty when I sleep
And now when, when I wake up you look so pretty sleeping next to me
But there is not enough time
And there is no song I could sing
And there is no combination of words I could say
But I will still tell you one thing
We're better together

O que seria de nós, sem a criatividade?


domingo, 25 de março de 2012

O mundo tem problemas mais sério, não dê valor para coisas fúteis!



Arrependimento??


Ontem deitada na cama, olhando para o teto, me perguntava "Por que devemos sempre esperar a hora certa? Por que não podemos fazer o que queremos?". Mas logo cheguei a responta: Somos compostos por vontades loucas, vontades que podem acabar em poucos minutos, ou que simplesmente podem acabar à horas, à dias, à semanas..  "E por que não fazer minha vontade?". Aí vem a parte do arrependimento, talvez pra você não seja a 'pior parte', mas para outros, e pra você mesmo, o arrependimento é perigoso, e quando ele chega então.. Quase mata você com aquela dorzinha de arrependimento. "E se for bom? E se a minha consciência não quiser me matar? Eu me arrisco?" Por que eu fico com a opção de pensar mais de 2,3,4 vezes. É necessário, até por uma besteira.