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Pensei em tantas coisas para postar ao longo do final de semana. Pensamentos bons. Sorrisos. Conforto. Gargalhadas. Lembranças. Troca. Música.

A verdade? Meu final de semana foi muito sereno. Depois de 4 meses, parece que volto a me sentir feliz. Volto a encontrar a harmonia  e a sentir prazer ao estar com as pessoas. Perdi o medo de responder ao óbvio e de me expor.

Voltei a achar em mim mesma, o poder que eu deleguei aos outros: decidir pelo que me faz bem. Retomei as rédeas da minha vida. E isso me faz sorrir de novo.

Young Folks- The Kooks




If I told you things I did before
Told you how I used to be
Would you go along with someone like me?
If you knew my story word for word

Had all of my history
Would you go along with someone like me?

I did before and had my share
It didn't lead nowhere
I would go along with someone like you
It doesn't matter what you did
Who you were hanging with
We could stick around and see this night through

And we don't care about the young folks
Talkin' 'bout the young style
And we don't care about the old folks
Talkin' 'bout the old style too
And we don't care about their own faults
Talkin' 'bout our own style
All we care 'bout is talking
Talking, baby, you and me

Usually when things have gone this far
People tend to disappear
No one will surprise me unless you do

I can tell there's something goin' on
Hours seems to disappear
Everyone is leaving I'm still with you

It doesn't matter what we do
Where we are going too
We can stick around and see this night through

And we don't care about the young folks
Talkin' 'bout the young style
And we don't care about the old folks
Talkin' 'bout the old style too
And we don't care about their own faults
Talkin' 'bout our own style
All we care 'bout is talking
Talking, baby, me and you

And we don't care about the young folks
Talkin' 'bout the young style
And we don't care about the old folks
Talkin' 'bout the old style too
And we don't care about their own faults
Talkin' 'bout our own style
All we care 'bout is talking
Talking, baby, me and you

Usually when things have gone this far
People tend to disappear
No one will surprise me unless you do