gato lunar

A imagem que o espelho nos devolve nem sempre é a imagem que construímos de nós. Somos para além da imagem que criámos. Somos o que fingimos ser e somos também o que escondemos. Esta dualidade escreve-se com uma palavra pequena: DOR:

The Great Pretender

Oh yes I'm the great pretender (ooh ooh)
Pretending I'm doing well (ooh ooh)
My need is such
I pretend too much
I'm lonely but no one can tell
Oh yes I'm the great pretender (ooh ooh)
Adrift in a world of my own (ooh ooh)
I play the game but to my real shame

You've left me to dream all alone

Too real is this feeling of make believe

Too real when I feel what my heartcan't conceal

Ooh Ooh yes I'm the great pretender (ooh ooh)

Just laughing and gay like a clown (ooh ooh)

I seem to be what I'm not (you see)

I'm wearing my heart like a crown

Pretending that you're still around Yeah ooh hoo

Too real when I feel what my heartcan't conceal

Oh yes I'm the great pretender

Just laughing and gay like a clown (ooh ooh)

I seem to be what I'm not you seeI'm wearing my heart like a crown

Pretending that you're

Pretending that you're still around

The Platters