For good

I've heard it said That people come into our lives for a reason Bringing something we must learn And we are led To those who help us most to grow If we let them And we help them in return Well, I don't know if I believe that's true But I know I'm who I am today Because I knew you. Like a comet pulled from orbit As it passes a sun Like a stream that meets a boulder Halfway through the wood Who can say if I've been changed for the better? But because I knew you I have been changed for good.

Figure in Love

Five hundred twenty-five thousand Six hundred minutes, Five hundred twenty-five thousand Moments so dear. Five hundred twenty-five thousand Six hundred minutes How do you measure, measure a year? In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights In cups of coffee In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife. In five hundred twenty-five thousand Six hundred minutes How do you measure A year in the life? How about love? How about love? How about love? Measure in love Seasons of love. Seasons of love. Five hundred twenty-five thousand Six hundred minutes!Five hundred twenty-five thousand Journeys to plan. Five hundred twenty-five thousand Six hundred minutes How do you measure the life Of a woman or a man? In truths that she learned, Or in times that he cried. In bridges he burned, Or the way that she died. It's time now to sing out, Tho' the story never ends Let's celebrate Remember a year in the life of friends Remember the love! Remember the love! Seasons of love! Oh you got to got to Remember the love! You know that love is a gift from up above Share love, give love, spread love Measure measure your life in love Seasons of love. Seasons of love. Measure your life, measure your life in love

Only we Know, only we feel

"Ainda nao foi hoje que houveram palavras"

Mon Love tenho algo a dizer'te:
temo que nunca vá Haver palavras *.*

Almas de Plastico

No fundo é isso mesmo que são. Almas de Plástico.
Só e apenas Almas de Plástico, puramente ocas, puramente plástico embaciado.
Plástico? Latão se preferires.
Almas de plástico. Pelo menos para mim, almas de plástico, latão, se preferires, tudo menos o que não são.
Ou não são mas querem-no ser, ou não o querem ser mas são.
Sim, almas de Plástico, concerteza.
Momentâneas? Não sei, mas Almas de Plástico é tudo o que posso ver.
Para mim, eu e para qualquer outro que tenha alma de carne e osso.
Almas de plástico, latão, tudo menos o que não são.
O que preferires, latão então.