Num dia em que a chuva se mostrou...

We walk the narrow path, beneath the smoking skies.
Sometimes you can barely tell the difference
Between darkness and light.
Do we have faith in what we believe?
The truest test is when we cannot, when we cannot see.

I hear the pounding feet in the streets below, and the,
And the women cry and the,
And the children know that there,
That there's something wrong,
And it's hard to believe that
Love will prevail.

Oh it won't rain all the time.
The sky won't fall forever.
And though the night seems long,
Your tears won't fall forever.

Oh, when I'm lonely, I lie awake at night and I wish you were here.
I miss you. Can you tell me is there something more to believe in?
Or is this all there is?

Last night I had a dream.
You came into my room, you took me into your arms.
Whispering and kissing me, and telling me to still believe.
The very emptiness of the burning seas against which we sail our darkest desires...

Until I felt safe and warm.
I fell asleep in your arms.
When I awoke I cried again for you were gone.
Oh, can you hear me?

(Jane Siberry - It Can't Rain All The Time)

Às vezes, mas só às vezes, quando o sol quer aparecer para dar brilho ao dia cinzento... aparece com ele o arco íris... aquele sorriso colorido virado ao contrário...

Dizem que o sol que dá vida à terra é um de muitos... óptima notícia para aqueles que procuram o seu próprio sol... um sol que ilumine a sua própria vida e que traga consigo aquele sorriso colorido... virado como deve ser... para fazer inveja ao outro!