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[157] breve convite a adiar o suicídio

(e. hopper, quarto de hotel)


Está bem, tens razão
em te quereres matar.
Viver é uma ofensa
que suscita indignação...

Mas por agora, adia...
É apenas um breve convite,
deixa para outro dia.

Está bem, tens razão
em quereres dar-te um tiro.
Um dia fá-lo-ás
com determinação.

Mas por agora, adia...
É apenas um breve convite,
deixa para outro dia.

Esta aparência de vida
tornou antiquado o suicídio.
Esta aparência de vida, senhora,
não o merece...
só uma melhor.

(música: f. battiato; do cd: l'ombrello e la macchina da cucire; texto: m. sgalambro)

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11:37 da manhã

«I don't want to die, but I ain't keen on living either...»

Come and hold my hand
I wanna contact the living
Not sure I understand
This road I've been given
I sit and talk to God
And he just laughs at my plans
My head speaks a language
I don't understand

I just wanna feel
Real love fill the home that I live in
'Cause I got too much life
Running thru my veins
Going to waste
I don't wanna die
But I ain't keen on living either
Before I fall in love
I'm preparing to leave her

Scare myself to death
That's why I keep on running
Before I've arrived
I can see myself coming
I just wanna feel
Real love fill the home that I live in
'Cause I got too much life
Running thru my veins
Going to waste
And I need to feel
Real love and the love ever after
I can not get enough

I just wanna feel
Real love fill the home that I live in
I got too much love
Running thru my veins
To go to waste

I just wanna feel
Real love and the love ever after
There's a hole in my soul
You can see it in my face
It's a real big place

Come and hold my hand
I wanna contact the living
Not sure I understand
This road I've been given
Not sure I understand
Not sure I understand
Not sure I understand
Not sure I understand

Robbie Williams...

Touhg I feel exactly the same, and if I could I would like to change...but I feel unable to do so...its like a web...sometimes I feel death would be a liberation...but something always pulls me up even against my own will...for I do not possess any will at all most of the times    



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