segunda-feira, 11 de julho de 2011

Traços de personalidade

Escassíssimas serão as pessoas que não buscam ombro amigo no ente amado. Acontece que somos todos imperfeitos, laboramos melhor certas características enquanto outras são, ainda que mesmo não conscientemente, relegadas para o quase desleixo e eventual esquecimento. Somos humanos. Temos, portanto, de contar obrigatoriamente com a nossa entropia constante; não querer tudo é um bom primeiro passo a fim de aceitarmos as nossas naturais limitações.


guns, 1981-82, andy warhol


"I need your arms around me, I need to feel your touch
I need your understanding, I need your love so much
You tell me that you love me so, you tell me that you care
But when I need you baby, you're never there

On the phone long, long distance
Always through such strong resistance
First you say you're too busy
I wonder if you even miss me

Never there
You're never there
You're never, ever, ever, ever there

A golden bird that flies away, a candles fickle flame
To think I held you yesterday, your love was just a game
A golden bird that flies away, a candles fickle flame
To think I held you yesterday, your love was just a game

You tell me that you love me so, you tell me that you care
But when I need you baby
Take the time to get to know me
If you want me why can't you just show me
We're always on this roller coaster
If you want me why can't you get closer?

Never there
You're never there
You're never ever ever ever there
"

'Never There', Cake

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