Hurt

Seems like it was yesterday when I saw your face
You told me how proud you were, but I walked away
If only I knew what I know today
Ooh, ooh

I would hold you in my arms
I would take the pain away
Thank you for all you’ve done
Forgive all your mistakes
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do
To hear your voice again
Sometimes I wanna call you
But I know you won’t be there

Ohh I’m sorry for blaming you
For everything I just couldn’t do
And I’ve hurt myself by hurting you

Some days I feel broke inside but I won’t admit
Sometimes I just wanna hide ’cause it’s you I miss
And it’s so hard to say goodbye
When it comes to this, oooh

[ Hurt lyrics found on http://www.completealbumlyrics.com ]
Would you tell me I was wrong?
Would you help me understand?
Are you looking down upon me?
Are you proud of who I am?

There’s nothing I wouldn’t do
To have just one more chance
To look into your eyes
And see you looking back

Ohh I’m sorry for blaming you
For everything I just couldn’t do
And I’ve hurt myself, ohh

If I had just one more day
I would tell you how much that I’ve missed you
Since you’ve been away
Ooh, it’s dangerous
It’s so out of line
To try and turn back time

I’m sorry for blaming you
For everything I just couldn’t do
And I’ve hurt myself by hurting you

Christina Aguilera

 

 

from www.hi5.com posted with vodpod

Penso

Ainda sinto a dureza das palavras relativas a esse deus, que ao que tudo indica, de acordo com a citação, ter-me-à abandonado.

Único?

Hoje, no meio da alegria daqueles pré-adolescentes, que brincavam regozijados no Parque dos mais novos, noutra cidade, enquanto almoçavam, um pouco distante, aquele menino de olhos azuis quase nada tinha. O problema no joelho é visível. Questionei-me: -”Com 13 anos, como pode a mãe nunca ter visto que o filho manca?” Felizmente já tomei as diligências mas resta-me o sabor a pouco. Noutro banco, outro menino, tinha os rissóis quase cor de carvão. O óleo devia ser velho – talvez. Pelo menos, neste caso, predominava abundância. A mãe, só e abandonada por um marido, no passado, luta pela sua sobrevivência e a dos três filhos – vidas que admiro!