Para que saibas que eu estou bem onde eu deveria estar, vou dar-lhes uma prova. Não haverá sombra de dúvida após isso, e terás sempre a certeza de que ouviu exatamente algo que vem de alguém que tem em tudo certeza. Farei vocês acreditarem naquilo que eu acredito, e não terás mais medo de dizer de mim o que compartilharei adiante. Parecerá a vocês, no futuro, que somente após isso você sentiu-se liberto da tamanha ignorância pela qual te prendes, e dirás: como eu fui tolo! E eu posso isso porque é mais fácil para mim, pois eu sei.
E a verdade que lhes direi é essa, e jamais outra: estou bem onde eu quero, onde deveria, estou onde estou porque eu quero.
E uma letra de música, do Radiohead, porque esse blog é odioso, elucida bem a atmosfera desse post.
Her green plastic watering can
For her fake Chinese rubber plant
In the fake plastic earth
That she bought from a rubber man
In a town full of rubber plans
To get rid of itself
It wears her out, it wears her out
It wears her out, it wears her out
She lives with a broken man
A cracked polystyrene man
Who just crumbles and burns
He used to do surgery
For girls in the eighties
But gravity always wins
It wears him out, it wears him out
It wears him out, it wears him out
She looks like the real thing
She tastes like the real thing
My fake plastic love
But I can't help the feeling
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run
It wears me out, it wears me out
It wears me out, it wears me out
If I could be who you wanted
If I could be who you wanted all the time
All the time...
All the time...
Fake Plastic Trees - Radiohead
For her fake Chinese rubber plant
In the fake plastic earth
That she bought from a rubber man
In a town full of rubber plans
To get rid of itself
It wears her out, it wears her out
It wears her out, it wears her out
She lives with a broken man
A cracked polystyrene man
Who just crumbles and burns
He used to do surgery
For girls in the eighties
But gravity always wins
It wears him out, it wears him out
It wears him out, it wears him out
She looks like the real thing
She tastes like the real thing
My fake plastic love
But I can't help the feeling
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run
It wears me out, it wears me out
It wears me out, it wears me out
If I could be who you wanted
If I could be who you wanted all the time
All the time...
All the time...
Fake Plastic Trees - Radiohead
Cheers!
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