Nonsense

For several reasons my eyes don't open.
It's not that I don't want to, it's because I believe in something else.
How I wish the past could be the present and the present be the future.
Not exactly it is now, but like the best it could be.
Guess it isn't enough to become bigger.
It'll stay an expectation, only a hope.
Yes, life has many paths and ways, but none of them will be complety full.
None of them are empty, they just need time to grow by their own.
Guess it's not right to depend on anything.
Everything is based in moments, and moments go away.

Those words that brought happiness and hope could (finally) stop the suffering.
But does it really depend on others?
I'm the one who feels, so I'm the one that must put an end.
Maybe it's my fault since the beginning.
Shouldn't have let myself jump in.
Shouldn't have believed in fairy tales.
They only live in our imagination, and the most part of us will never believe in these madness.
A trick or the real meaning of life?
We all want to live the most beautiful dream, but few of us go after it.
And sometimes the most beautiful dream goes to a different direction.
If it goes alone, it'll be one thing.
If something interfere, it'll become other thing completely opposite.
So... do I try to catch it or let it be what it's supposed to be?
And if it doesn't want to be changed?

It's easier to think, to create solutions.
Try to accomplish them when what you really want to do is what makes you happy, not what's supposedly right.
But of course, it doesn't depend on you.

The Runaway Bunny

Once there was a little bunny who wanted to run away.
So he said to his mother, “I am running away.”
“If you run away,” said his mother, “I will run after you.
For you are my little bunny.”

“If you run after me,” said the little bunny,
“I will become a fish in a trout stream
and I will swim away from you.”

“If you become a fish in a trout stream,” said his mother,
“I will become a fisherman and I will fish for you.”

“If you become a fisherman,” said the little bunny,
“I will become a rock on the mountain, high above you.”

“If you become a rock on the mountain high above me,”
said his mother, “I will become a mountain climber,
and I will climb to where you are.”

“If you become a mountain climber,”
said the little bunny,
“I will be a crocus in a hidden garden.”

“If you become a crocus in a hidden garden,”
said his mother, “I will be a gardener. And I will find you.”

“If you are a gardener and find me,”
said the little bunny, “I will be a bird
and fly away from you.”

“If you become a bird and fly away from me,”
said his mother, “I will be a tree that you come home to.”

“If you become a tree,” said the little bunny,
“I will become a little sailboat,
and I will sail away from you.”

“If you become a sailboat and sail away from me,”
said his mother, “I will become the wind
and blow you where I want you to go.”

“If you become the wind and blow me,” said the little bunny,
“I will join a circus and fly away on a flying trapeze.”

“If you go flying on a flying trapeze,” said his mother,
“I will be a tightrope walker,
and I will walk across the air to you.”

“If you become a tightrope walker and walk across the air,”
said the bunny, “I will become a little boy
and run into a house.”

“If you become a little boy and run into a house,”
said the mother bunny, “I will become your mother
and catch you in my arms and hug you.”

“Shucks,” said the bunny, “I might just as well
stay where I am and be your little bunny.”

And so he did.
“Have a carrot,” said the mother bunny.

Elf

You're free to leave me, but just don't deceive me.

Chama

Acende.
Esquenta.
Aconchega.
Queima.

Esfria.
Calafrio.
Apaga.
Congela.

Faísca.
Brasa.
Sobe.
Venta...
Some.

I quit

Hercules: You were right all along, Phil. Dreams are for rookies.

Phil: No, no, no, no, kid, givin' up is for rookies. I came back 'cause I'm not quittin' on ya. I'm willing to go the distance, how 'bout you?

High

Beautiful dawn
Lights up the shore for me.
There is nothing else in the world,
I'd rather wake up and see... with you.
Beautiful dawn
I'm just chasing time again.
Thought I would die a lonely man, in endless night.

But now I'm high
Running wild among all the stars above.
Sometimes it's hard to believe you remember me.

Beautiful dawn (Beautiful dawn)
Melt with the stars again.
Do you remember the day when my journey began?
Will you remember the end... of time?
Beautiful dawn (Beautiful dawn)
You're just blowing my mind again.
Thought I was born to endless night, until you shine.

High
Running wild among all the stars above.
Sometimes it's hard to believe you remember of me.

Will you be my shoulder when I'm grey and older?
Promise me tomorrow starts with you.

Getting high
Running wild among all the stars above.
Sometimes it's hard to believe you remember of me.
High
Running wild among all the stars above.
Sometimes it's hard to believe you remember of me.

James Blunt