sexta-feira, 31 de julho de 2009

November Rain



When I look into your eyes
I can see a love restrained
But darling when I hold you
Don't you know I feel the same

'Cause nothing lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change
And it's hard to hold a candle
In the cold november rain

We've been through this such a long, long time
Just trying to kill the pain, oh yeah

But lovers always come
And lovers always go
An no one's really sure
Who's letting go today walking away

When it takes the time
To lay it on the line
I could rest my head
Just knowing that you were mine, all mine

So if you want to love me
Then darling don't refrain
Or I'll just end up walking
In the cold november rain

Do you need some time on your own
Do you need some time all alone
Everybody needs sometime on their own
Don't you know you need sometime all alone

I know it's hard to keep an open heart
When even friends seem out to harm you
But if you could heal a broken heart
Wouldn't time be out to charm you

Sometimes I need some time on my own
Sometimes I need some time all alone
Everybody needs some time on their own
Don't you know you need some time all alone

And when your fears subside
And shadows still remain
I know that you can love me
When there's no one left to blame

So nevermind the darkness
We still can find a way
'Cause nothing lasts forever
Even cold november rain

Don't ya think that you need somebody
Don't ya think that you need someone
Everybody needs somebody
You're not the only one
You're not the only one

sexta-feira, 10 de julho de 2009

??



"Saiu para comprar cigarros
e não voltou.

Foi quando quis demais

que o percebeu,

voltar p’ra que

se não estava feliz...

O que deixou de pior

foram as saudades,

assim que fechou a porta

de casa ele percebeu

que ele não traria os cigarros...

A nicotina estava-lhe faltando na alma...

E o tempo passava

e nada dos cigarros...

Nunca entendeu de verdade o abandono.

Ainda espera aquela dose de nicotina

que ele vem trazer...

Vive na mentira dos fatos,

mantém-se fumando

só para deixar impregnado

o cheiro de fumaça nas cortinas

e lembrar-se dele...

Tem para si que voltará um dia

(É nicotina...).

Voltará de rosto tranqüilo,

como se nada tivesse acontecido,

trazendo os cigarros na mão

e um sorriso no rosto,

de matar saudades,

e levarão a vida sem lembrar

que nada aconteceu,

foi tudo besteira, fumaça...

Saiu para comprar cigarros

e não voltou nunca mais..."


Renato Mendes