sexta-feira, 3 de julho de 2009

But we live

The sky is cloudy, the outside doesn’t matters to me, actually, not even the outside, the inside or anywhere else. I don’t see anything new, nothing that I engage. I see a rotten world that is destroying itself with ridiculous and insignificant things. But life isn’t more than a passage, a cursed passage, where the good is covered with a mantle by the evil. And we live, deluded with a reality that we want but probably we will never get. But we live, between mistaken smiles, deep tears, misunderstood loves, we live.

3 comentários:

Nikita Carvalho disse...

Vê se concordas com as alterações! Para mim faz mais sentido assim! :)

The sky is cloudy, the world outside isn't important to me, in fact, neither the world outside nor the world inside or anywhere at all. I don’t see anything new, nothing that I engage. I see a rotten world that is destroying itself with ridiculous and insignificant things. But life isn’t more than a passage, a cursed passage, where the good is covered with a mantle by the evil. And we live, deluded with a reality that we want but probably we will never get. But we live, between mistaken smiles, deep tears, misunderstood loves, we live.

Nikita Carvalho disse...

Ahhh ... Gosto muito das palavras que seleccionaste ... passage , engage , mistaken smiles !

Ai que mundo mais hipocrita , neh ? ! Enfim !

Anônimo disse...

Hard for me to relate to but you describe it well so that I can feel to some extent what you felt when writing this.
Chin up. x