Perguntaste-me porque não escrevi acerca de ti, de nós... Escrevi e muito, mas não queria publicar. Era tão grande e só meu, o sentimento de impotência. Ao falar contigo voltei a sentir que devo ter sido uma das poucas pessoas a quem não perdoaste. Mais uma vez, e longe de me sentir uma coitadinha, voltei a não poder errar sem ter um perdão. Fizeste a escolha e eu respeito.
Obrigada por continuares a ser meu amigo.
Obrigada por continuares a ser meu amigo.
Se algum dia tiveres liberdade e a felicidade suficientes para te encontrares comigo, cá estarei à espera. yaaomm
"You were once my one companion . . .
you were all that mattered . . .
You were once a friend and father -
then my world was shattered . . .
Wishing you were
somehow here again . . .
wishing you were
somehow near . . .
Sometimes it seemed
if I just dreamed,
somehow you would
be here . . .
Wishing I could
hear your voice again . . .
knowing that I
never would . . .
Dreaming of you
won't help me to do
all that you dreamed
I could . . .
Passing bells
and sculpted angels,
cold and monumental,
seem, for you,
the wrong companions -
you were warm and gentle . . .
Too many years
fighting back tears . . .
Why can't the past
just die?
Wishing you were
somehow here again . . .
knowing we must say goodbye . . .
Try to forgive . . .
teach me to live . . .
give me the strength to try . . .
No more memories,
no more silent tears . . .
No more gazing across
the wasted years . . .
Help me say goodbye."
Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again do magnífico Phantom of The Opera de Andrew Lloyd Weber
