4 de maio de 2014

Everybody dies



Everybody Dies - Thalles Cabral

Take your black clothes
And your sunglasses
Make your bag
Your time has come

Please, don't forget to
Make your bed
You have to leave
Now it's another dimension

Everyday people are born
All the time people die
Nobody cares
Nobody wants to see

That's what we were made for
No time to say bye
It's a continuous game of losses
Everybody dies

The rain has gone,
But the trees still cry
I think we should die first,
Then be thrown to life

We die a little bit
Every single day
When you lose someone you love
A part of you goes away

Everyday people are born
All the time people die
Nobody cares
Nobody wants to see

That's what we were made for
No time to say bye
It's a continuous game of losses
Everybody dies

We keep living for tomorrow
But maybe tomorrow won't come
All you have is today
So make it worth your stay

Every minute people are born
Every second people die
Nobody cares
Nobody asks why

That's what we were made for
No time to say bye
It's a continuous game of losses
Everybody dies

That's what we were made for
No time to say bye
It's a continuous game of losses
Everybody dies

Do you live
Or you just exist?
Did you live
Or you just existed?

Vagalume

Navegando aleatoriamente pelo StumbleUpon , acabei caindo nesta música. Identifiquei-me na hora, tanto com a composição musical quanto com a letra incrivelmente familiar para mim:
We die a little bit
Every single day
When you lose someone you love
A part of you goes away

Everyday people are born
All the time people die
Nobody cares
Nobody wants to see


E, como estou quase desacreditando em coincidências, hoje completam-se três anos do falecimento de minha mãe. Passou tão rápido... Quando aconteceu, as pessoas me diziam que a dor iria passar, que iria ficar mais fácil, bla, bla... Estavam mentindo. A dor nunca passa; nunca fica mais fácil, mas aprende-se a viver carregando essa dor, essa ferida que, vez ou outra, reabre e verte sangue...

Hoje é um dia péssimo, em que cada último minuto que estive com ela, fosse viva, fosse esvaindo-se diante de meus olhos, repassa sem parar em minha mente.
Bom é que nada é para sempre e, depois que a semana iniciar, só me sentirei assim novamente daqui a um ano...
 
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