quarta-feira, 15 de julho de 2009

A Song for Ireland.

Walking all the day
near tall towers where falcons build their nests
Silver wings they fly,
They know the call for freedom in their breasts,
Saw Black Head against the sky
Where twisted rocks they run down to the sea
Living on your western shore,
Saw summer sun sets, I asked for more,
I stood by your Atlantic Sea,
And i sang a song for Ireland

Drinking all the day,
In old pubs where fiddlers love to play,
Saw one touch the bow,
He played a reel that seamed so grand and gay,
I stood on dingle beach and cast,
In wild foam for Atlantic bass,
Living on your western shore,
Saw summer sunsets, I asked for more,
I stood by your Atlantic Sea,
And sang a song for Ireland

Talking all the day,
With true friends who try to make you stay,
Telling jokes and news,
Singing songs to while the time away,
Watched the galway salmon run,
Like silver dancing, darting in the sun,
living on your western shore,
Saw summer sunsets, I asked for more,
I stood by your Atlantic Sea,
And i sang a song for Ireland

Dreaming in the night,
I saw a land where no-one had to fight,
Waking in your dawn,
I saw you crying in the morning light,
sleeping where the falcons fly,
They twist and turn all in your air-blue sky,
Living on your western shore,
Saw summer sunsets, I asked for more,
I stood by your Atlantic sea,
And I sang a song for Ireland

[]'s Sam
Someday I'll be back to home.

Why should I even try...?

É... mais uma vez, sendo tratado como a 53ª carta do baralho (é, a que não existe, que ta fora mesmo.)
Porra... chega ser cansativo demais isso... Todo mundo tem mais importância que eu, todo mundo sabe mais de você do que eu. Sou só um babaca que fica te esperando, e eu nem sei mais por que...
Provavelmente é por que já perdi qualquer outra opção, e tenho que ter algo pra me manter em pé.

Era tão bom quando eu tinha alguma importância, quando minha opinião valia de algo, quando eu sabia de algo... Me sentia importante pra você. Agora, pfff... Fala tanto nessa viagem, deve tar cansada dos mesmos na sua volta e vai fingir dar atenção pro otário aqui...

É acho que não tem nada mais pra desabafar, pra ninguém ler.

[]'s Sam.
Tentando tomar coragem pra tomar um rumo... Talvez, voltar a sonhar, ou voltar pra casa..