FECHADO PARA OBRA

As horas, nos próximos tempos, serão decididamente «perdidas» por outros lados. O tempo deste blog fica congelado. É a hora.

clinica?

Os momentos dourados são inesperados e podem não ter seguimento nenhum.
A importância é a experiência e a memória sensitiva dela. oh yeah saved the last dance for me...

The boy with the thorn in his side
Behind the hatred there lies
A murderous desire for love
How can they look into my eyes
And still they don't believe me ?
How can they hear me say those words
Still they don't believe me ?
And if they don't believe me now
Will they ever believe me ?
And if they don't believe me now
Will they ever, they ever, believe me ?
Oh no ...
Oh ...

The boy with the thorn in his side
Behind the hatred there lies
A plundering desire for love
How can they see the Love in our eyes
And still they don't believe us ?
And after all this time, ah
They don't want to believe us
And if they don't believe us now
Will they ever believe us ?
And when you want to Live
How do you start ?
Where do you go ?
Who do you need to know ?
Oh no no no ...


Oh ...
Oh no ...
Oh ...
La ...