Outros administrativos,
E outros existenciais!
Vivo na esperança de encontrar uma crónica minha,
A melhor de todas as escritas.
Frases deambulantes pelas mentes criticas de leitores atentos,
Presos na história narrada de algo mal passado.
E entre passos e flechas escrevê-la-ei.
O que saberei por fim,
Quando o melhor de mim prender,
De a narrar e abusar.
Arrisco-me a revê-la,
Por frases nunca lidas.
Arrisco palavras essas,
Nunca então mudadas.
Quando o tempo terminar,
Sairá voando até ao lar,
De dedicados devedores
Pelos momentos bem amados.
Se assim lhes agradar,
Saberão a quem retornar,
O seu esperado gosto
Pela vida de uma escritora.
30 de dezembro de 2010
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I've got my memories
Always
Inside of me
But I can't go back
Back to how it was
I believe you now
I've come too far
No I can't go back
Back to how it was
Created for a place
I've never known
This is home
Now I'm finally
Where I belong
Where I belong
Yeah, this is home
I've been searching
For a place of my own
Now I've found it
Maybe this is home
Yeah, this is home
Belief over misery
I've seen the enemy
And I won't go back
Back to how it was
And I got my heart
Set on
What happens next
I got my eyes wide
It's not over yet
We are miracles
And we're not alone
And now after all
My searching
After all my questions
I'm gonna call it home
I got a brand new mindset
I can finally see
The sunset
I'm gonna call it home
Now I know
Yeah, this is home
I've come too far
And I won't go back
Yeah, this is home
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