M de mail, A de amigo

Jack Johnson
Better Together

There's no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard

No song that I could sing but I can try for your heart

Our dreams and they are made out of real things

Like a shoebox of photographs with sepia-toned loving

Love is the answer at least for most of the questions in my heart

Like why are we here? And where do we go? And how come it’s so hard?

It’s not always easy and sometimes life can be deceiving

I’ll tell you one thing, it’s always better when we’re together

Hum it’s always better when we’re together

Yeah we’ll look at the stars when we’re together

Well it’s always better when we’re together

Yeah it’s always better when we’re together

And all of these moments just might find their way into my dreams tonight

But I know that they’ll be gone when the morning light sings

Or brings new things for tomorrow night you see

That they’ll be gone too, too many things I have to do

But if all of these dreams might find their way into my day to day scene

I’d be under the impression I was somewhere in between

With only two, just me and you, not so many things we got to do

Or places we got to be we’ll sit beneath the mango tree now

Yeah it’s always better when we’re together

Hum we’re somewhere in between together

Well it’s always better when we’re together

Yeah it’s always better when we’re together

I believe in memories they look so, so pretty when I sleep

And now when, when I wake up you look so pretty sleeping next to me

But there is not enough time

And there is no song I could sing

And there is no combination of words I could say

But I will still tell you one thingWe’re better together

Sonhar não custa, e eu hoje tive um sonho lindo. Só me lembro dos últimos momentos do sonho e que me fizeram acordar. Não foi um sonho que incluía momentos de paixão a 360 graus, daqueles bem quentes e que nos levam para o inferno em dois segundos. (eu sei, acho que estou a ficar maluco)

Recordo que me senti outra vez um menino, perante as palavras que lia num mail, não eram juras nem cantigas de amor, eram cantigas de amigo as poucas linhas que consegui ler. Porque quando a ejaculação é precoce fruto dos entusiasmos próprios do momento há sempre uma segunda vez muito pouco tempo depois (hehehe) agora, quando a mente nos trai nos sonhos...aí meus amigos acho que não há nada a fazer.

Espero encontrar o mesmo sonho no exacto momento em que o deixei.