Fé.

Tranquei aqui dentro

a vontade de voltar atrás.

Aguardando que junto aos seus passos

minhas pegadas também possam ficar.

Registradas

porém não estáticas

 em uma história,

em uma vida.

Na nossa.

Espero trancada.

Sem clausura,

mas com fé.

(((I, so sad...)))

Pearl Jam - Yellow Ledbetter

Unsealed on a porch a letter sat.

Then you said, "I wanna leave it again."

Once I saw her on a beach of weathered sand.

And on the sand I wanna leave it again.

On a weekend I wanna wish it all away

And they called and I said that "I want what I said" and then I call out

again.

And the reason oughta' leave her calm, I know.

I said "I know what I were not a box or the bag."

Ah yeah, can you see them out on the porch? Yeah, but they don't wave.

I see them round the front way. 

And I know, and I know I don't want to stay.

Make me cry.