"Ojos aguados, nostalgia, saudade, tristeza, sueños rotos, desesperanza, infelicidad, podría quizás la vida no tener sentido... quizás el despertar cada mañana no sea más que una condena... para aquel que su vida en un tormento se ha convertido... pesada bola de hierro que cada día debe arrastrar... por causa de sus errores y equivocaciones que dejaron huellas, huellas que el tiempo tardará en curar" - Paulo 2012

Ahora comprendo...

En medio de este caos infernal
miro por la ventana a la gente pasar
los autos, los buses y su ruido infernal
no hay calma en esta la ciudad

Me pregunto, cariño ¿dónde estarás?
¿Por qué este frío me embarga
el corazón cuando tu no estás?
me haces falta

Ahora yo comprendo que mi vida a ti
ligada esta, que una parte importante
se va cuando cada día te veo marchar
ahora puedo aceptar la mera verdad
y es que a tu lado yo quiero estar
juntos por la eternidad
juntos por la eternidad

Tu ojitos humedos están
cariño, esas lágrimas dejame secar
y una sonrisa en ti dibujar
te amo tanto

Amor mío, mi mano puedes tomar
no tengas miedo, vamos a volar
abre tus alas, conmigo estarás
nunca caerás...
...jamás

Ahora yo comprendo que mi vida a ti
ligada esta, que una parte importante
se va cuando cada día te veo marchar
ahora puedo aceptar la mera verdad
y es que a tu lado yo quiero estar
juntos por la eternidad
juntos por la eternidad

Amorcito, que felicidad
junto a ti al monte llegar
en una unión solemne que Dios bendecirá
vamos juntos hasta el final
...hacia la eternidad

Letra: Amaninho
Fecha: Marzo 15, 2012

"What about" por Peter Breinholt (lyric + video)

It's been said that to live is to sorrow
It's been said that there's no room for tomorrow
So men stand there and stare at the twighlight
And they work out each day as it seems right

Oh I knew you would come
So I say Hallelujah my love
And I think now
All this time has been
On this road

And what about
All the September moons
And what about
All the flowers in June
And what about
All the times that I sit here and wonder
And I could be wrong
For believing this way
And I could be wrong
Every hour of each day
Til I think about
Every moment that I can remember

And they say that to silence is worth gold
And they say every young man must grow old
So we work and we reason our times
Still it's quiet all around here at night

Oh I knew this would be and I say
There is so much to see
And I think now
All this time has been passing by

And what about
All the mountains in spring
And what aobut
All the choirs that sing
And what about
Every mother that holds a new child

And I think about
All the times as a child
When I couldn't keep
From laughing out loud
And to catch myself
I would go out and stay there a while

All this could have passed me by
Standing lonely all this while

And what about
Every wide open field
And what about
All the wind that we feel
And what about
Every holiday song in a small town

And what about
Every child that sleeps
And what about
Every quiet blue sea
And what about
Every man that we take up to lay down

And what about
All the September moons
And what about
All the flowers in June
And what about
Every moment that I can remember


And I could be wrong
For believing this way
And I could be wrong
Every hour of each day
And I think about
All the times that I sit here and wonder
All the times that I sit here and wonder

"Any other boy" por Peter Breinholt (lyric)

The boy never hurt anyone
The boy only wanted to know the truth
The boy only told what he saw and heard 

So why do they fight him with insults 
Instead of feeding him with love 
as they would have any other boy
any other boy

The preachers all scoff at his words
The words of an obscure common fourteen year-old
What threat could he possibly be to them

So why do they fight him with insults 
Instead of feeding him with love
as they would have any other boy
any other boy

Strange how the great ones in popular places 
in congregations with twisted faces
could be so affected by this common boy 
with his uncommon story

He knows what he saw, what he heard
He knows what he witnessed and learned and lived 
His only concern is to give the truth
So why do they fight him with insults
instead of feeding him with love
as they would have any other boy
any other boy
any other boy