Draw your dreams and use your imagination as the pencil.
Há palavras que não cabem na mente. Há pensamentos que só vivem se forem livres. Sendo assim, escrever pensamentos não soa a má ideia.
O resultado da junção de 9 monólogos da obra "crimes exemplares" de Max Aub foi este, com confissões peculiares de personagens que no fundo... só queriam sossego, coitadas... https://www.facebook.com/antonysousa10/videos/vb.100000047167396/1201844059827155/?type=2&theater
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Miss you terribly already
Miss the space between your eyelids, Where I'd stare through awkward sentences And void through awkward silence
Miss your teeth when they chatter, When we smoked out in my garden When we couldn't sleep for all the heat, Soft talk began to harden
Miss your small hands in the palm of mine, The fact they're good at making Miss you sitting up incessantly, And the fact you're always waking in the night And night
And I, I hope for your life You forget about mine Forget about mine
Miss your teeth dug in my shoulder, As we rolled in early morning, Miss your arm dying beneath me, As I lay there, simply yawning
Please forget me, you were right dear I am cold and self-involved And though I'll miss you, recent lover I am weak and therefore fold
Get distracted by my music, Think of nothing else but art I'll write my loneliness in poems, If I can just think how to start
Dot my I's with eyebrow pencils, Close my eyelids, hide my eyes, I'll be idle in my ideals, Think of nothing else but I I And I
And I I hope for your life You can forget about mine Just forget about mine
How can you go to sleep When your heart is shouting? To your mind, hopeless How can it find peace When your world is more or less Crying unfortunate events? I can't forget That look in your eyes Makes no sense to let it die All things considered we were meant to dive Don't wait 'til it gets cold These waters are fresh But if we swim together We might breathe love 'till we're old How can you run away Before we know? Ahead of the now Maybe afraid, who knows? Now, if we don't show How we feel, we'll close The doors of tomorrow A picture of our kiss Always wondering what if...
O resultado da junção de 9 monólogos da obra "crimes exemplares" de Max Aub foi este, com confissões peculiares de personagens que no fundo... só queriam sossego, coitadas... https://www.facebook.com/antonysousa10/videos/vb.100000047167396/1201844059827155/?type=2&theater
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