Dias nefastos. Caminhos perniciosos. Compaixão refutada. Pecado verde, a aspiração ao poder não conta contigo.


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Imagem e Texto: Izi.

Ora faz sol,
Chora chuva:
Canções de ninar
e Nicotina,
Alguém tem que ceder.

When you say I can't, do you really mean it?
Is it just to keep me from trying? To keep me thinking I could... To allow me that thinniest hope?
Or is it because you think I'd deceive, fail myself? Do you want to avoid having to deal, to bear with me if I did?
Tell me, would you brush me away that easily?

There's nothing quite as painful as a lost chance, is there?