Eu bato o portão sem fazer alarde,

Uma saideira, muita saúdade,

E a leve impressão de que já vou tarde.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dpc7j19NTB8&feature=watch_response

Seu maior inimigo é sua história pessoal ....

por causa dela você pode ser facilmente

destruído com argumentos. Perca-a.

O homem é a única criatura que se recusa a ser o que é.

Por entre as telas, os olhares se fazem paralelos
por entre as imagens, a beleza dos secretos
o mundo é cheio de erros, mas acho que estou certo
porque o mistério que você traz de longe fica perto
quando vejo relapsos dos seus olhos nos verdes
que vivem dentro e fora de mim até na minha parede
mecher os cabelos, a sinceridade na ponta dos dedos
é o que me deixa feliz, por conseguir descobrir
o que ninguém sabe, e fico pronto pra ir
quando você quiser, ou quando você aparecer
você e eu, em um tempo e espaço a se perder
pro céu juntar com o mar, as estrelas da lua
e quando a noite chegar, pra me lembrar saia pra caminhar na rua.

GILBERTO BENETTI JUNIOR

sem meias palavras

I was staring at the sky, just looking for a star

To pray on, or wish on, or something like that

I was having a sweet fix of a daydream of a boy

Whose reality I knew, was a hopeless to be had

But then the dove of hope began its downward slope

And I believed for a moment that my chances

Were approaching to be grabbed

But as it came down near, so did a weary tear

I thought it was a bird, but it was just a paper bag

Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills

'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up

I got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold

Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love

And I went crazy again today, looking for a strand to climb

Looking for a little hope

Baby said he couldn't stay, wouldn't put his lips to mine,

And a fail to kiss is a fail to cope

I said, 'Honey, I don't feel so good, don't feel justified

Come on put a little love here in my void,' he said

'It's all in your head,' and I said, 'So's everything'

But he didn't get it I thought he was a man

But he was just a little boy

Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills

'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up

I got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold

Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love

Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills

'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up

I got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold

Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love