Para você que também tem medo de um dia acordar e não conseguir escrever **mais nada** - nem post de blog, nem tese de doutorado, nem lista de supermercado. Pense de novo. E trabalhe, nego. Trabalhe muito. (:
We checked into the hospital New Year’s Eve Nothing to be done about that Rainbows, daffodils, she’s not naïve Symbolism’s all crap
There’s a big picture window in the room on the ward With a view over Parliament Hill But the view offers more joy than they can afford When there’s this much pain to kill
You know what hope is Hope is a bastard Hope is a liar, a cheat and a tease Hope comes near you, kick its backside Got no place in days like these
The dust, the darkness around; there’s still color As the fireworks streak the sky And their window gives them the prettiest picture Their useless luck makes her want to cry
Then it turns midnight The shitty whole year’s spent Another mom deserves some sparkling wine And she nearly gives into the moment But he’ll still be sick in two-thousand and nine
You know what hope is Hope is a bastard Hope is a liar, a cheat and a tease Hope comes near you, kick its backside Got no place in days like these
And just as she’s thinking Of pulling the blind down A rocket bursts in front of her eyes The city lit up like a crown over London And she tries and fails to stop Spirits rise
[faz meeeses que isso tá por aí e nem sei porque não havia colocado aqui antes. ben + nick hornby = <3]