samedi 26 décembre 2009

19/12/09

Meu pranto e melancolia, depois de tanto tempo irradiam palpitações e transbordam novamente em mim, enquanto meu coração e minha mente pulsam latejantes incessantemente e incansavelmente. A vida é realmente uma ilusão que eu sempre me propus a suportar, mas agora o peso culminou numa escala de densidade suicida completamente letal e irreversível.
love over, love over this...

mercredi 23 décembre 2009

viver é [MUITO] melhor que sonhar.

mercredi 16 décembre 2009

Se eu queria enlouquecer, esse é o romance ideal.

lundi 14 décembre 2009

A música que me decifra completa e profundamente.


I want to live life, and never be cruel
And I want to live life, and be good to you
And I want to fly, and never come down
And live my life, and have friends around

We never change do we? No, no.
We never learn do we?

So I want to live in a wooden house
I want to live life, and always be true
And I want to live life, and be good to you
And I want to fly, and never come down
And live my life, and have friends around

We never change do we? No, no.
We never learn do we?

So I want to live in a wooden house
But making more friends would be easy
Oh and I don't have a soul to save,
Yes and I sin every single day.

We never change do we?
We never learn do we?

So I want to live in a wooden house
Making more friends would be easy
I want to live where the sun comes out.



(Coldplay - We never change)

dimanche 13 décembre 2009

Todo dia a insônia me convence que o céu faz tudo ficar infinito.

mardi 10 novembre 2009


I hope all my days
Will be lit by your face
I hope all the years
Will hold tight our promises

I don't wanna be old and sleep alone
An empty house is not a home
I don't wanna be old and feel afraid

And if I need anything at all

I need a place
That's hidden in the deep
Where lonely angels sing you to your sleep
The modern world is broken

I need a place
Where I can make my bed
A lover's lap where
I can lay my head
Cos now the room is spinning
The day's beginning

(Keane - Atlantic)

samedi 31 octobre 2009

prende o choro, prende a mágoa, prende o grito, prende a dor.
só não prende a capacidade.
morre mas não deixa de cumprir as obrigações.

eu era tão correta, tão sensata, tão centrada e certa do que queria e do jeito como agia.
hoje é tudo ao contrário.
eu permiti que as circunstâncias me virassem do avesso, esse foi o meu maior erro.
e eu não tenho mais forças pra reverter.

até mesmo o que eu queria ser já foi perdido. me perco fatalmente dentro de mim. quem mandou ser infinita e inconstante de maneira descontrolada?

I was scared, I was scared, tired and underprepared.
In my place, in my place
Were lines that I couldn't change...


(In my place - Coldplay)
Look at earth from outer space
Everyone must find a place
Give me time and give me space
Give me real, don't give me fake

Give me strength, reserve control
Give me heart and give me soul
Give love give us a kiss
Tell me your own politik

And open up your eyes
Open up your eyes
Open up your eyes
Open up your eyes

Give me one, 'cause one is best
In confusion, confidence
Give me peace of mind and trust
Don't forget the rest of us
Give me strength,reserve control
Give me heart and give me soul
Wounds that heal and cracks that fix
Tell me your own politik

And open up your eyes
Open up your eyes
Open up your eyes
Open up your eyes
Just open up your eyes

But give me love over, love over, love over this...
And give me love over, love over, love over this...


(Politik, Coldplay)