we aren't friends..
we were never friends..
we can never be friends..
we'll love each other until our love kills us both..

“I've been making a list of the things they don't teach you at school. They don't teach you how to love somebody. They don't teach you how to be famous. They don't teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don't teach you how to walk away from someone you don't love any longer. They don't teach you how to know what's going on in someone else's mind. They don't teach you what to say to someone who's dying. They don't teach you anything worth knowing.”

Começo a perguntar-me se valerá a pena.....

closed??? why is that?

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Olá Catarina,
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Obrigado , ...

Não, obrigada.
Hoje estou assim, o meu mundo está fechado para visitações.

Apetece-me escrever mas não sei o quê...

Se fossem o Aladin e um génio vos concedesse 3 desejos quais seriam?

Aurea Mediocritas

Cansa.
Tanto brilho cansa.
Tanto barulho cansa.
Tanto vazio cansa.

Better Man

Waitin', watchin' the clock, it's four o'clock, it's got to stop

Tell him, take no more, she practices her speech

As he opens the door, she rolls over..pretends to sleep as he looks her over..

She lies and says she's in love with him, can't find a better man.

She dreams in color, she dreams in red, can't find a better man.

Can't find a better man

Can't find a better man

I think Tennyson got it right in the poem when he described someone as having died at a young age but burning the candles at both ends, and oh what a beautiful flame he made, that was Heath, what a beautiful flame he made and a great talent.