segunda-feira, março 29, 2010

Viva la vida

Coldplay

I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning and I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"

One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never
Never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world

It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become

Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world

quinta-feira, março 25, 2010

Acordados

Cansado de ser um mendigo, de andar sentindo calafrios nos ossos e de procurar um prazer que em pouco tempo ia embora, eu olho para dentro de mim mesmo e me surpreendo porque vejo todos que amei nessa vida e me sinto bem melhor depois de tudo.

As pessoas me olham e vêem que estou bem. Enxergam-me porque estou por aí o tempo todo, mas poucas se chegam pra conversar. Vivo aqui desde que nasci. Tempo suficiente pra ter me saturado, fazendo com que algumas pessoas virassem seus rostos e atravessassem a rua pra não me encontrar.

Mas alguém me disse a verdade quando eu mais precisei. A beleza do presente é algo que deve ser aproveitado, pois logo ele vira passado. Foi aí que fui para a sua casa para bebermos chá e conversar a respeito de muitas coisas boas, caminharmos com alegria e acordarmos de manhã mais iluminados para o futuro.