Escolhas de Pedro Sousa.
« Suicide is painless, it brings on many changes. And i can take or leave it if i please ... I try to find a way to make all our little joys relate, without that ever present hate, but now i know that it's too late... »
« Je ne t'ai pas aimé mon amour, quand le ciel menaçant était lourd. Je ne t'ai pas aimé mon amour, jusqu'au tout, jusqu'au tout dernier jour... À la craie dans la cour. Sous les roues d'un poids-lourd. »
« Tinha-te a ti. Tinha-te a ti, tinha paz. Num país que era ainda sonho. Onde a tristeza ainda não tinha lugar, pois era uma canção que não te ouvi cantar. No tempo das crianças não se pode chorar.
E um dia vou ter o prazer de viver, junto ao infinito mar, e num instante recolher do ar, a graça desse amor, que pudeste deixar, para fazer o dia finalmente chegar... »
« This is fact not fiction, for the first time in years. And all the girls in every girlie magazine can't make me feel, any less alone... I'm reaching for the phone to call at 7:03, and on your machine i slur a plea, for you to come home... »
« Betty said she prayed today, for the sky to blow away. Or maybe stay... She wasn't sure. For when she thought of summer rain, calling for her mind again, she lost the pain... And stayed for more. »
« How easily we loose the others. Fate into our world. To manipulate and celebrate our world... »
O fim.




