Fim de semana.

Depois daquela semana corrida, com provas, trabalhos, pilhas de lição de casa, depois de estudar até 3 da manhã todos os dias e acordar às 7 para terminar de ler aquele capítulo de história que faltou, depois de organizar a pauta para aquela reunião importante que você fez questão de deixar para última hora, depois dessa imensa correria chega o fim de semana! Aquele fim de semana ensolarado que o único planejamento é não fazer nada, dormir até meio dia, dormir tarde porque ficou no computador ou porque saiu com amigos e que pouco importa que na segunda feira a correria comece de novo, você só quer saber do hoje e da tranqulidade que está o momento! (:

Blowin' in The Wind

"How many roads must a man walk down,
Before you call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove sail,
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes and how many times must cannonballs fly,
Before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the windThe answer is blowin' in the wind
Yes and how many years can a mountain exist,Before it's washed to the seas (sea)Yes and how many years can some people exist,Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes and how many times can a man turn his head,Pretend that he just doesn't see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the windThe answer is blowin' in the wind.
Yes and how many times must a man look up,
Before he can see the sky?Yes and how many ears must one man have,
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes and how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the windThe answer is blowin' in the wind"

~ Bob Dylan