Porque no céu é assim. não faz diferença (pra nós) a ordem das nuvens ou a direção dos raios solares, contanto que eles existam.
Viagem pensar nisso, mas pra eles deve fazer diferença, né.
Será que na curta ou longa duração de uma nuvem ela se aproxima o suficiente de outra a ponto de chorar quando o destino as separa?
Se for assim, então nós também temos que ser como pedaços do céu e aprender que como nuvens, nos encontramos e desencontramos conforme um propósito maior, dirigido pelos ventos (só parece acaso, mas não é!), e temos que chorar na hora de chorar e crescer na hora de crescer, até que chegue a hora de chorar novamente.
Até que chegue a hora de chorar completamente e se dissolver no oceano...
Beth Orton - Pieces of Sky
These memories are just pieces of sky
Pieces of something much bigger than I
To anyone else just endless blue
I see time framed, an image of you
These memories hold me like the moon
Holds the sea like the sky holds the sun
The sea holds my tears and carries me
When my heart is too heavy for one
When it's over, it's over
I best get busy living
Been a long time gone
A dress made of air and webs and you
The way dreams evaporate as they come true
To anyone else just endless blue
An invisible kite string connects me to you
I knew that it's selfish to think you'd come here
There's so many people that must need you near
There's so many people that need to know
That you're still with them even when you go
That you're still with them even when they don't know
When it's over, it's over
I best get busy living
You'll be a long time gone
And how do you know how much you'll be missed
Does it add up to some names on a list
So you know we're just pieces of sky
Pieces of time that keep drifting by
