Promises...
Seguimos
a
multidão
Nos
nossos contactos quotidianos seguimos a multidão, deixamo-nos levar por
esperanças e temores subalternos, tornamo-nos vítimas das nossas próprias
técnicas e implementos, e desusamos o acesso que temos ao oráculo divino.
É apenas
enquanto a alma dorme que nos servimos dos préstimos de tantas maquinarias e
muletas engenhosas.
De que
servem os telégrafos?
Qual a
utilidade dos jornais?
O homem
sábio não aguarda os correios nem precisa ler telegramas para descobrir como se
sentem os homens no Kansas ou na Califórnia durante uma crise social.
Ele
ausculta o seu próprio coração.
Se eles
são feitos como ele é, se respiram o mesmo ar e comem o mesmo trigo, se têm
mulheres e filhos, ele sabe que a sua alegria e ressentimento atingem o mesmo
ponto que o seu.
A alma íntegra está em perpétua comunicação telegráfica com a fonte dos acontecimentos, dispõe de informação antecipada, qual despacho particular, que a exime e alivia do terror que oprime o restante da comunidade.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
"Progresso da cultura"
Like a crow in the black of the night
Hide from the sun deep down in my hole
Tears are turning into heavy day
Blends with rust in my pain machine
Hide from the sun deep down in my hole
Tears are turning into heavy day
Blends with rust in my pain machine
You gave me promises
But I can't force you to feel
And I cry to my self cause I know what is real
My silent loneliness
The darkness swallows my day
I can't lie to myself cause I know what I feel
Give me something real
But I can't force you to feel
And I cry to my self cause I know what is real
My silent loneliness
The darkness swallows my day
I can't lie to myself cause I know what I feel
Give me something real
Yeah yeah
Stabbing pain in the core of my heart
Cut by you and now I bleed for your love
Touch my scar and feel the layers of sorrow
Your coldness blows like a chill in the night
Stabbing pain in the core of my heart
Cut by you and now I bleed for your love
Touch my scar and feel the layers of sorrow
Your coldness blows like a chill in the night
You gave me promises
But I can't force you to feel
And I cry to my self cause I know what is real
My silent loneliness
The darkness swallows my day
I can't lie to myself cause I know what I feel
I know what is real yeah
But I can't force you to feel
And I cry to my self cause I know what is real
My silent loneliness
The darkness swallows my day
I can't lie to myself cause I know what I feel
I know what is real yeah
Like a crow in the black of the night
Hide from the sun deep down in my hole
My tears are falling like hard rain
I never saw the wicked games you played
Hide from the sun deep down in my hole
My tears are falling like hard rain
I never saw the wicked games you played
You gave me promises
But I can't force you to feel
And I cry to my self cause I know what is real
My silent loneliness
The darkness swallows my day
I can't lie to myself cause I know what I feel
I know what is real oh baby
And I can't force you to feel no
Yeah yeah you gave me promises
But I can't force you to feel
And I cry to my self cause I know what is real
My silent loneliness
The darkness swallows my day
I can't lie to myself cause I know what I feel
I know what is real oh baby
And I can't force you to feel no
Yeah yeah you gave me promises
Jorn
“Promises”
Tito
Colaço
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XI _ MMXIV
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