I need you like the poet needs the pain

Pois aqui está uma grande verdade. Todos necessitamos da dor do poeta para sentir, para sabermos que estamos vivos. Sim viver todos os dias cansa, já diz o Pedro Paixão, mas sentir também dói e o poeta é sempre o que sofre mais lol. E apesar de cansados de viver e reviver dores de poetas, aqui estamos prontos para vivermos e revivermos lol. Estranho ou não, hoje ouvi esta música na rádio e comecei a pensar no curioso que é, ouvirmos tanto e gostarmos tanto de uma música e com o passar dos anos esquecemo-nos de que ela existe e depois, ouvimo-la descontextualizada daquilo que significava na altura em que a consumíamos como uma refeição, três ou mais vezes ao dia, e parece que ainda faz mais sentido. Talvez nada disto faça sentido, mas sinceramente, também não é para fazer :) Lembrei-me desta banda que é uma das bandas da minha geração, lol, como se eu me considerasse assim tao velha (risos descontrolados lool) e aqui vai ela:

In These Arms

"You want commitment
Take a look into these eyes
They burn with fire (yeah)
Until the end of time
I would do anything
I'd beg, I'd steal, I'd die
To have you in these arms tonight

Baby I want you
Like the roses want the rain
You know I need you
Like a poet needs the pain
And I would give anything
My blood, my love, my life
If you were in these arms tonight

I'd hold you
I'd need you
I'd get down on my knees for you
And make everything alright
If you were in these arms
I'd love you
I'd please you
I'd tell you that I'll never leave you
And love you 'till the end of time
If you were in these arms tonight

We stared at the sun
And we made a promise
A promise this world,
Would never blind us
And these were our words
Our words were our songs
Our songs are our prayers
These prayers keep me strong
And I still believe
If you were in these arms

I'd hold you
I'd need you
I'd get down on my knees for you
And make everything alright
If you were in these arms
I'd love you
I'd please you
I'd tell you that I'd never leave you
And love you 'til the end of time
If you were in these arms tonight

Your clothes are still scattered
All over our room
This old place still smells
Like your cheap perfume
Everything here reminds me of you
There's nothing I wouldn't do...
And these were our words
They keep me strong...baby

I'd hold you
I'd need you
I'd get down on my knees for you
And make everything alright
If you were in these arms
I'd love you
I'd please you
I'd tell you that I'd never leave you
And love you 'til the end of time

If you were in these arms tonight
If you were in these arms tonight
If you were in these arms tonight
If you were in these arms...baby

Like the roses need the rain
Like the seasons need to change
Like the poets need the pain
I need you
In these arms tonight"