19 janeiro 2007

poeminha II

ela disse:
definitivamente obsessivo.
ele disse:
obsessivamente delicioso.
arriscaram o coro:
deliciosamente definitivo?
(mas queriam algo novo)
em uníssono e numa palavra, gritaram:
- simples: é simplesmente precioso.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anónimo said...

Precious and fragile things
Need special handling
My God what have we done to You?

We always try to share
The tenderest of care
Now look what we have put You through...

Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give

Angels with silver wings
Shouldn't know suffering
I wish I could take the pain for You

If God has a master plan
That only He understands
I hope it's Your eyes He's seeing through

Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give

I pray You learn to trust
Have faith in both of us
And keep room in Your hearts for two

Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give

sexta-feira, janeiro 19, 2007 4:24:00 da tarde  
Blogger Gi said...

'depeche e bem não há quem!'.
ou então
'que os depeche nunca foram de modas!'.
isto para dizer:
belas palavras essas, dos belos meninos das belas melodias metálicas e dos belos ritmos narcóticos.

sexta-feira, janeiro 19, 2007 4:29:00 da tarde  

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