Leve, leve, muito leve,
Um vento muito leve passa,
E vai-se, sempre muito leve.
E eu não sei o que penso
Nem procuro sabê-lo.
Alberto Caeiro
18.2.06
(...)She gets high She gets lost She gets drowned by the cost Twice a day, every week, all her life
Oh, Life is waiting for you It's all messed up, but we're alive Oh, Life is waiting for you It's all messed up, but we'll survive All messed up, but we'll survive(...)
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