Faz-se, Erra-se, Cresce-se, Muda-se.

Passam tantas e tantas fases.
Passam bons e maus momentos.
Passam lágrimas, passam sorrisos.
Passam boas e más pessoas.
Passam asneiras e desilusões, passam orgulhos e emoções.
Constroem-se coisas que jamais desvanecem e, acima de tudo, cresce-se. com cada erro, cada asneira, cada desilusão, aprende-se. e tudo se constrói a partir disso.
Pode até não ser uma mudança total, mas é uma evolução, uma etapa concluída, uma aprendizagem adquirida.

 Faz-se, Erra-se, Cresce-se, Muda-se.

Monochrome

Anyway, i can try anything it's the same circle that leads to nowhere and i'm tired now.
anyway, i've lost my face, my dignity, my look, all of these things are gone and i'm tired now.
but don't be scared, i found a good job and i go to work every day on my old bicycle you loved.
i'm pilling up some unread books under my bed and i really think i'll never read again.
no concentration, just a white disorder everywhere around me, you know i'm so tired now.
but don't worry i often go to dinners and parties with some old friends who care for me, take me back home and stay.
monochrome floors, monochrome walls, only abscence near me, nothing but silence around me.
monochrome flat, monochrome life, only abscence near me, nothing but silence around me.
sometimes i search an event or something to remember, but i've really got nothing in mind.
sometimes i open the windows and listen people walking in the down streets. there is a life out there.
but don't be scared, i found a good job and i go to work every day on my old bicycle you loved.
anyway, i can try anything it's the same circle that leads to nowhere and i'm tired now.
anyway, i've lost my face, my dignity, my look, all of these things are gone and i'm tired now.
but don't be scared, i found a good job and i go to work every day on my old bicycle you loved.
mochrome floors, monochrome walls, only abscence near me, nothing but silence around me.
monochrome flat, monochrome life, only abscence near me, nothing but silence around me.