Despedida.

Hoje vou fazer uma coisa muito arriscada. E talvez não volte. Vou correr atrás do que é meu.

Provavelmente vou estar aqui amanhã, batendo ponto neste blog, enchendo o saco de quem me lê.

Mas há sempre a possibilidade de que alguma coisa dê errado. Esse Rio de Janeiro é muito violento, e eu estou indo pro coração da guerra. E estou sim, com medo. Mas sou orgulhosa e tenho fé nos meus deuses. Rezem por mim. Lembrem que eu amo vocês, muito, com toda a força da minha alma, mesmo aqueles a quem eu apenas disse "eu gosto de você".

EU AMO VOCÊS.

Old and Wise

The Alan Parsons Project

As far as my eyes can see
There are shadows approaching me
And to those I left behind
I wanted you to know
You've always shared my deepest thoughts
You follow where I go

CHORUS
And oh when I'm old and wise
BItter words mean little to me
Autumn winds will blow right through me
And someday in the mist of time
When they asked me if I knew you
I'd smile and say you were a friend of mine
And the sadness would be lifted from my eyes
Oh when I'm old and wise


As far as my eyes can see
There are shadows surrounding me
And to those I leave behind
I want you all to know
You've always shared my darkest hours
I'll miss you when I go

CHORUS
And oh, when I'm old and wise
Heavy words that tossed and blew me
Like autumn winds will blow right through me
And someday in the mist of time
When they ask you if you knew me
Remember that you were a friend of mine
As the final curtain falls before my eyes
Oh when I'm old and wise

As far as my eyes can see...