Ao amor antigo

O amor antigo vive de si mesmo,
não de cultivo alheio ou de presença.
Nada exige nem pede. Nada espera,
mas do destino vão nega a sentença.

O amor antigo tem raízes fundas,
feitas de sofrimento e de beleza.
Por aquelas mergulha no infinito,
e por estas suplanta a natureza.

Se em toda parte o tempo desmorona
aquilo que foi grande e deslumbrante,
a antigo amor, porém, nunca fenece
e a cada dia surge mais amante.

Mais ardente, mas pobre de esperança.
Mais triste? Não. Ele venceu a dor,
e resplandece no seu canto obscuro,
tanto mais velho quanto mais amor.

Carlos Drummond de Andrade

Novo T.O.C.

Pickng up the pieces, of the wreck you went and left.
And I'm dealing with dilemmas, in my now so stressful life.
And I'm drinking stronger spirits, I made my hoe on the floor,
And I'm losing all ambitions and goals.
AndI'm going all out, and I'm thinking you're just as bad.
No sleeping at night, but I'm going from barto bar,
Why can't we just rewind,why can't we just rewind?
Oh remember at 16, oh the crazy drunken might we had,
When I kissed you in the hallway, then I took you straight to bed.
Two years, and I'm still the same boy
No sleeping at night, but I'm going from barto bar,
Why can't we just rewind,why can't we just rewind?
You might blame it on me
But you insisted that we fall
Wiped your hands of me
And said you needed more, more, more...
No sleeping at night, but I'm going from barto bar,
Why can't we just rewind,why can't we just rewind?