Happy Halloween!!!
Happy Halloween to you all. And to you all a very haunted night.
E para alguns, um bom Samhain.

Though thou seest me not pass by, Thou shalt feel me with thine eye As a thing that, though unseen, Must be near thee, and hath been; And when in that secret dread Thou hast turn'd around thy head, Thou shalt marvel I am not As thy shadow on the spot, And the power which thou dost feel Shall be what thou must conceal.
Happy Halloween to you all. And to you all a very haunted night.
Enfim... este foi o resultado. Façam o teste também, bem.... acho que para entenderem o resulado têm mesmo que o fazer. Kisses
Tic.... Tac....

Aqui vai a letra de uma música que eu adoro. Espero que gostem
I'm a priest for the poorest sacrifice
I'm but a raft in a sea of sorrow and greed
You bathed in my wine
Drank from my cup, mocked my rhyme
Your slit tongues licked my aching wounds
Put a stake through my heart!
And drag me into sunlight
So awake for your greed
As you're slaying the dreamer
Swansong for the Wish of Night
God it hurts, give a name to the pain
Our primrose path to hell is growing weed
Put a stake through my heart!
And drag me into sunlight
So awake for your greed
As you're slaying the dreamer
Blame me, it's me
Coward, a good-for-nothing scapegoat
Dumb kid, living a dream
Romantic only on paper
Tell me why you took all that was mine!
Stay as you lay - don't lead me astray!
Wake up, mow the weed
You'd be nothing without me
Take my life if you have the heart to die
You bastards tainted my tool
Raped my words, played me a fool
Gather your precious glitter and leave me be
The Great Ones are all dead
And I'm tired, too
I truly hate you all!
From : Nightwish

Utilizando as expressões Ser Corpo e Ser Qualquer Coisa de Abstrato, que retirei de um texto da minha querida amiga Shenandoah (já agora faço publicidade ao blog dela, http://evidentementeoabsurdo.blogspot.com/ ) vou falar do meu Ser sociológico e dualista.
, mas sim no sentido de mais desejado e mais amado). Mas existem mais Eus!!!



Existem caminhos, encruzilhadas da vida que a minha existência não explica.





Sempre em frente, olhando para o passado só quando o presente necessita de alguma referência.
