obrigada, mestres da minha vida! :)

(para nunca mais esquecer...)
Como dizia Fernando Pessoa:

Na cidade as grandes casas fecham a vista à chave,
Escondem o horizonte, empurram o nosso olhar para longe
de todo o céu,
Tornam-nos pequenos porque nos tiram o que os nossos olhos
nos podem dar,
E tornam-nos pobres porque a nossa única riqueza é ver.

ao som de 11.33

Ain’t nobody’s love that can help me. You could answer my questions and show your repentance, now that I’ve wasted my time, now I know more is less… I guess I’ll choose the logic way. Next time you’ll have time to think why love is a hard thing to keep, you’ll understand what I’m saying. I want to know how you’re bringing me so down. So try not regain my attention because it’s late for your useless redemption. I’ve wasted all my life and now my heart is a mess. I’ll choose the tragic way, and then, I’ll have time to think why foolish love is such a hard think to keep…

11.33 The Gift