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sábado, 12 de março de 2022

Memória Poética: Nine Inch Nails

 Essa canção, Hurt, é pura lembrança:

I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything
What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I'm still right here
What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way


Essa música é ótima na versão original e dolorosa na voz de Johnny Cash.  Quanta dor na frase "I remember everything", remetendo à vida conturbada de todos nós.

As lembranças nos machucam profundamente. Força poderosa que molda comportamentos, e às vezes um fardo muitíssimo pesado para carregar.

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