Someone once told me: "Something I really like about you is that you never promise anything. You just give at it's time."Never is a Promise - Fiona AppleYou'll never see the courage I know
Its colors richness wont appear within your view
I'll never glow - the way that you glow
Your presence dominates the judgements made on you
But as the scenery grows, I see in different lights
The shades and shadows undulate in my perception
My feelings swell and stretch; I see from greater heights
I understand what I am still too proud to mention - to you
You'll say you understand, but you don't understand
You'll say youd never give up seeing eye to eye
But never is a promise, and you cant afford to lie
You'll never touch - these things that I hold
The skin of my emotions lies beneath my own
You'll never feel the heat of this soul
My fever burns me deeper than Ive ever shown - to you
You'll say, dont fear your dreams, its easier than it seems
You'll say youd never let me fall from hopes so high
But never is a promise and you cant afford to lie
You'll never live the life that I live
Ill never live the life that wakes me in the night
You'll never hear the message I give
You'll say it looks as though I might give up this fight
But as the scenery grows, I see in different lights
The shades and shadows undulate in my perception
My feelings swell and stretch, I see from greater heights
I realize what I am now too smart to mention - to you
You'll say you understand, you'll never understand
I'll say I'll never wake up knowing how or why
I dont know what to believe in, you don't know who I am
You'll say I need appeasing when I start to cry
But never is a promise and I'll never need a lie.
Porque temos de trabalhar amanhã -domingo!- aproveitamos para gozar ainda melhor o tempinho que nos resta, aquele que tem apenas os nossos nomes impressos. Mão na mão, olhos nos olhos, passo a passo, descobrimos novos recantos para sossegar a alma com os nossos rituais de leitura e de conversa morna. A ternura do dia entranha-se suavemente na pele e a doçura da partilha das pequenas coisas extravaza no sorriso silencioso que trocamos por entre os espaços do relógio parado. 
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