E aí eu acordo com uma ligação que me deixou bem bem triste e decepcionada, porque serviu para comprovar umas quase-certezas que a gente sempre tenta não aceitar...
E aí você percebe que a sua dor é igualzinha a de outras pessoas, e isso às vezes conforta um pouco, porque a gente se sente menos idiota, afinal ser idiota parece agora menos doloroso, já que tem outra pessoa na mesma situação....
E aí (hoje eu posso repetir tudo o que eu quiser) você fica melancólico, nesse sábado chuvoso de novembro, pega o notebook e se permite comer pizza e sorvete, assistir a filme que faz chorar e ver TV Xuxa sem medo de ser feliz...
Diante dessa situação, não existe outra música que eu poderia dedicar a essa pessoinha do que Rainmaker do Maiden.
When I was wandering in the desert and was searching for the truth .
I heard a choir of angels calling out my name.
I had the feeling that my life would never be the same again
I turned my face towards the barren sun.
And I know, of the pain, that you feel the same as me.
And I dream, of the rain, as it falls upon the leaves.
And the cracks, in our lives, like the cracks upon the ground.
They are sealed, and are now, washed away.
You tell me we can start the rain.
You tell me that we all can change.
You tell me we can find something to wash the tears away.
You tell me we can start the rain.
You tell me that we all can change.
You tell me we can find something to wash the tears.
And I know, of the pain, that you feel the same as me.
And I dream, of the rain, as it falls upon the leaves.
And the cracks, in the ground, like the cracks are in our lives.
They are sealed, and are now, far away.
You tell me we can start the rain.
You tell me that we all can change.
You tell me we can find something to wash the tears away.
You tell me we can start the rain.
You tell me that we all can change.
You tell me we can find something to wash the tears.
You tell me we can start the rain.
You tell me that we all can change.
You tell me we can find something to wash the tears away.
You tell me we can start the rain.
You tell me that we all can change.
You tell me we can find something to wash the tears.
And I know, of the pain, that you feel the same as me.
And I dream, of the rain, as it falls upon the leaves.
And the cracks, in the ground, like the cracks are in our lives.
They are sealed, and are now, far away.
