Um dia sem fazr absolutamente nda de produtivo.
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Bjork - Play Dead
darling, stop confusing me
with your wishful thinking
hopeful embraces
don’t you understand?
i have to go through this
i belong to here
where no-one cares and no-one loves
no light no air to live in
a place called hate
the city of feari play dead : it stops the hurting
i play dead : and the hurt stopsit’s sometimes just like sleeping
curling up inside my private tortures
i nestle into pain
hug suffering - caress every achei play dead : it stops the hurting
Joseph Roth to Stefan Zweig, Berlin, June 20, 1930. From Joseph Roth: A Life in Letters.
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