segunda-feira, 2 de dezembro de 2013

Tudo està diferente





                                                             
                                                     
                                            
                            Tudo   está   diferente




                            Eu  ouço  a  musica
                            vejo  somente  o  ar
                               quando  respiro



                               Tudo  parece  tão
                                     diferente,  e
                                  muitas  vezes
                                     pra   pior



                                A  paixão  renasce
                                     a   cada  dia



                               Pessoas  não  sentem
                                  o  sangue  pulsar



                                  O  calor  escorrega
                                          nas  veias



                                
                                    Os   pássaros   não
                                        cantam  mais 




                                     As   luzes  parecem
                                        portas  que  não
                                             se  abrem




                                        Seu  olhar  eu  só
                                            vejo  tristeza
                                                     e
                                                 solidão 



                                         Pessoas  morrem
                                             a   cada   dia
                                                      e
                                              a   cada  dia 
                                                tem   mais
                                                  pessoas
                                              morrendo  de
                                                     fome
                                              se  arrastando
                                                a   migalhas
                                                muitas  vezes 
                                                    negadas



                                               
                                                 A  noite  vira
                                                   de repente
                                                   o  amanha 
                                                   parece  não
                                                       chegar




                                               Caem  lágrimas 
                                               dos   rostos  das 
                                                     pessoas




                                                As  crianças  não
                                                  brincam   mais
                                                    no  parque




                                              Sentimentos  vem 
                                                      á   tona 



                                               Pessoas  guardam
                                                 rancor  e  ódio




                                                 As  flores   não
                                                 conseguem  se
                                                        abrir



                                                E   o  vento  que
                                                   renova  ainda 
                                                      não  veio






                                              
                                             paixões  machucam   o
                                                                                                                                                                            coração
                                                                                                            



                                                Saudade  invade
                                                   o   nosso  ser 



                                                     E   o   que 
                                                 precisamos  pra
                                                      ser  feliz  ? 



                                                 E   porque  não 
                                                  cometemos   o
                                                 erro   de  tentar 
                                                    sem  esperar




                                                 E   porque  não
                                                 curtimos  a   vida
                                                       sem  se
                                                            preocupar 
                                                          porque   os 
                                                                                                                                                                                           outros  existem




                                                por  que  não 
                                          parecemos  maduros
                                                ao   não   saber
                                                   se   amar
                                                     e   se 
                                              dar   valor   em
                                                    1  lugar



                                  
                                         Pois  o medo  de  viver 
                                          nos  consome   muito 





                 Autora:  Natàlia  Braga                                                                               
                     

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