"Oh I am a lonely painter
I live in a box of paints
I'm frightened by the devil
And I'm drawn to those ones that ain't afraid
I remember that time that you told me, you said
Love is touching souls
Surely you touched mine
Cause part of you pours out of me
In these lines from time to time
Oh you are in my blood like holy wine
And you taste so bitter but you taste so sweet
Oh I could drink a case of you
I could drink a case of you darling
Still I'd be on my feet
And still be on my feet"
Joni Mitchell - A Case of You
A vida poderia doer menos, mas qual seria a graça de não ter tristes canções, melancólicas fotografias e uma lágrima escorrendo salgada pelo rosto? Há uma certa beleza no sofrimento, há uma sensação de paz na dor, há um certo conforto na solidão.
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