unintended tribute..

You've got your ball,
You've got your chain
Tied to me
tight, tie me up again.
Who's got their claws
In you my friend?
Into
your heart I'll beat again
Sweet like candy to my soul
Sweet you rock,
And sweet you roll
Lost for you, I'm so lost for you

Oh, and you
come crash into me
And I come into you
And I come into you
In a
boy's dream
In a boy's dream

Touch your lips just so I know
In
your eyes, love, it glows so
I'm bare-boned and crazy... for you.

Oh, and you come crash into me
Baby, and I come into you
In a
boy's dream
In a boy's dream

And if I've gone overboard
Then I'm
begging you
To forgive me
In my haste
When I'm holding you so girl,
Close to me

Oh and you come crash into me, yeah
Baby, and I come
into you
Hike up your skirt a little more
And show the world to me
Hike up your skirt a little more
And show your world to me
In a
boy's dream
In a boy's dream

Oh, I watch you there
Through the
window
And I stare at you
You wear nothing, but you
Wear it so well
Tied up and twisted,
The way I'd like to be
For you, for me, come
crash into me
Come crash into me, yeah

Crash into me...
Crash
into me...

You know, I'm the king of the castle,
You're the dirty
rascal, crash into me.
Please crash into me, baby...

Oh, no no no...
Yes, I see the waves
Come and crash into me.
See the waves come and
crash into me.
Crash into me.

Not to tell.

They say that appearances are deceptive.

Well, in my modest opinion, the problem are not appearences. The truth behind de vail, regards no less than the trust One deposits on them.

In other words, the greatness of our fall is as such as the depths of the belief we have.

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The reasons why i'll be remembering you by, are far from those i'd love to hold dearest. And that is to be my punishment, for loving you, regardless of if it was you or whom you had me to love, so much and so quickly.

Maturidade emocional?

ok.
Não há.
Não há previsões.
Não há tábuas rasas.
Não há sinceridade emocional.
Não há verbalização das emoções.
Não há bidirecionalidade relacional.

Não há expressividade emocional e a comunicação é superficial.

Não há, no fundo, veracidade.

Não há confiança, porque não verdade.

Não há entrega porque não há confiança.

E o que é maturidade emocional, senão o estofo para encarar e responder às consequências da interactividade emocional, resultante dos laços emotivos criados entre pessoas independentemente do carácter da relação, construído pela experiência empírica dessa mesma relação?

E então!?

Há maturidade emocional?

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ok, computer.

out!