Where The Wild Things Are?

Vi o filme do Jonze! se eu tivesse um filho ia querer que ele crescesse vendo esse filme. Mas E eu?

Crescemos? viramos adultos? ficamos tristes, apáticos, distantes...
Com um numero cada vez maior de "TO DO".

Ok, as vezes é inevitável nao se fechar na "casinha"...
Mas aceitar isso sempre?

Não sei se eu quero crescer como a maioria. nao sei se eu quero perder a capacidade de rir até mesmo da morte.

Não sei se eu quero perder a capacidade de me alegrar com pouco.
Apagar a fantasia, a magia, a beleza...

Acho que dá e vale a pena se esforçar pra nao deixar a capacidade de descobrir e se surpreender...

Where the fucking wild things are in you?

"Somethin’ filled up
my heart with nothin’,
someone told me not to cry.

But now that I’m older,
my heart’s colder,
and I can see that it’s a lie.

Children wake up,
hold your mistake up,
before they turn the summer into dust.

If the children don’t grow up,
our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up.
We’re just a million little god’s causin rain storms turnin’ every good thing to rust.

I guess we’ll just have to adjust.

With my lighnin’ bolts a glowin’
I can see where I am goin’ to be
when the reaper he reaches and touches my hand.

With my lighnin’ bolts a glowin’
I can see where I am goin’
With my lighnin’ bolts a glowin’
I can see where I am go-goin’

You better look out below!"
("Wake Up" - Arcade Fire)

"Daddy, daddy, please save the world from the government
Daddy, daddy, please save my soul from my own judgement
Daddy, daddy, please send me a heart that isn't made of cement
Because the money's all been spent
The money's all been spent "
(Letra de "Lenin" - Arcade Fire)