segunda-feira, novembro 29, 2010

Some say love it is a river,

That drowns the tender reed.

Some say love it is a razor,

That leaves your soul to bleed.

Some say love it is a hunger,

An endless aching need,

I say love it is a flower,

And you it's only seed.

It's the heart, afraid of breaking,

That never learns to dance.

It's the dream, afraid of waking,

That never takes the chance.

It's the one, who won't be taken,

Who cannot seem to give.

And the soul, afraid of dying,

That never learns to live.

When the night has been to lonely,

And the road has been to long

That you think that love is only

For the lucky and the strong

Just remember in the winter,

Far beneath the bitter snows,

Lies the seed that with the suns love,

In the spring becomes the rose.

Janis Joplin

From Lana´s

2 comentários:

Lana disse...

lindo, lindo.. =)

Kátia disse...

Eu adoro Janis Joplin.