dói uma porta vazia
as aduelas encerram a vida
com o contentamento
sobrevive
estupidez moribunda.
as aduelas encerram a vida
com o contentamento
sobrevive
estupidez moribunda.
transportas confusão. mente
ò humana pessoa do desassossego
acorda,
ò humana pessoa do desassossego
acorda,
que isto é uma súplica
por sentimento às portas
não violes as casas
dos alegres
por sentimento às portas
não violes as casas
dos alegres
Nate Senior: You hang on to your pain like it means something. Like it's worth something. Well, let me tell you - it's not worth shit. Let it go! Infinite possibilities, and all he can do is whine.
David: Well, what am I supposed to do?
Nate Senior: What do you think? You can do *anything* you lucky bastard - you're alive! What's a little pain compared to that?
David: Well, what am I supposed to do?
Nate Senior: What do you think? You can do *anything* you lucky bastard - you're alive! What's a little pain compared to that?
tanx :)
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