Por algum motivo, se ficou, não fuja! Era pra ser.
contrariando a guerra
que seus corações viviam
quando os dois resolveram bater juntos
incrivelmente
eles começaram a ter paz
Coitado do tempo, sentadão numa mesa, com um trilhão de problemas pra resolver.
A cada momento em que penso que as coisas não podem ficar mais vazias, elas vão lá e ficam. Não sei onde isso vai parar.
E de repente a vida te vira do avesso, e você descobre que o avesso, é o seu lado certo.
Quite frankly,
she was art.
We loved her,
we loved looking at her.
But she didn’t enjoy herself
as much.
She didn’t love seeing herself
as much.
Because to her,
she was nothing extraordinary.
And we told her,
we told her every day,
that she was beautiful,
that she rivaled the most
exquisite art.
And she laughed in our faces,
a beautiful laugh at that.
And within a few months,
we watched her drift into the skies,
her beauty disappearing beyond
the clouds.
‘She was so beautiful’
we said.
But when she finally reached
the stars,
she looked down upon us,
smiled weakly,
and simply whispered:
‘I wish I was more than just
beautiful.
I wish they knew my
substance.
I wish they saw words
and not just skin.’
and quite frankly,
she was art.
She was just tired
of people
finding art in
the way her voice
sounded,
rather than finding
art
in what her voice
could do.
But gee,
wasn’t she beautiful?
