And she heard...

Wonderful World by James Morrison

I've been down so low
People look at me and they know
They can tell something is wrong
Like I don't belong

Staring through a window
Standing outside, they're just too happy to care tonight
I want to be like them
But I'll mess it up again

I tripped on my way in
And got kicked outside, everybody saw...

And I know that it's a wonderful world
But I can't feel it right now
Well I thought that I was doing well
But I just want to cry now
Well I know that it's a wonderful world
From the sky down to the sea
But I can only see it when you're here, here with me

Sometimes I feel so full of love
It just comes spilling out
It's uncomfortable to see
I give it away so easily
But if I had someone I would do anything
I'd never, never, ever let you feel alone
I won't I won't leave you, on your own

But who am I to dream?
Dreams are for fools, they let you down...

And I know that it's a wonderful world
But I can't feel it right now
Well I thought that I was doing well
But I just want to cry now
Well I know that it's a wonderful world
From the sky down to the sea
But I can only see it when you're here, here with me

And I wish that I could make it better
I'd give anything for you to call me, or maybe just a little letter
Oh, we could start again

And I know that it's a wonderful world
But I can't feel it right now
Well I thought that I was doing well
But I just want to cry now
Well I know that it's a wonderful world
From the sky down to the sea
But I can only see it when you're here, here with me

And I know that it's a wonderful world
I can't feel it right now
I got all the right clothes to wear
I just want to cry now
Well I know that it's a wonderful world
From the sky down to the sea
But I can only see it when you're here, here with me

And I know that it's a wonderful world
When you're with me

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Gosto :)

And she opened...

...her bedside drawer, opened the black notebook and read:

Palavras. Actos.

São apenas palavras gastas
Sem qualquer significado
Ditas sem sentimento,
Que gelam a confiança
Que nos tiram por vezes a esperança.

Que nos decepcionam.
Não só as palavras, também os actos,
Pequenas palavras, até pequenos gestos
Queimam-nos por dentro
Como se um incêndio se formasse em nós.

Palavras gastas, actos falsos,
Coisas que nos confundem
Que até nos trazem remorsos,
Por nelas termos acreditado.
Iludidos:
Estávamos expostos.

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