"-Dorian Gray, who do you want to be?
-myself, without limits.
-then put on music for dancing! "

e lá vamos nós traveiz...

difícil

difícil é achar quem te olhe por dentro, quem avalie cada camada do seu ser.
alguém que ache nos prós os caminhos para nos contras encontrar soluções.
difícil é ver a fundo, ler as entrelinhas, buscar o que ninguém consegue enxergar e sair da superfície, afundar, deixar de boiar.
difícil é achar quem te olhe devagar...

Cartola

♫ Ouça-me bem, amor
Preste atenção, o mundo é um moinho
Vai triturar teus sonhos, tão mesquinho
Vai reduzir as ilusões a pó ♫

O povo só lembra que é brasileiro na Copa....

Perfeição 

(Legião Urbana)

Vamos celebrar

A estupidez humana

A estupidez de todas as nações

O meu país e sua corja

De assassinos covardes

Estupradores e ladrões

Vamos celebrar

A estupidez do povo

Nossa polícia e televisão

Vamos celebrar nosso governo

E nosso estado que não é nação

Celebrar a juventude sem escolas

As crianças mortas

Celebrar nossa desunião

Vamos celebrar Eros e Thanatos

Persephone e Hades

Vamos celebrar nossa tristeza

Vamos celebrar nossa vaidade

Vamos comemorar como idiotas

A cada fevereiro e feriado

Todos os mortos nas estradas

Os mortos por falta de hospitais

Vamos celebrar nossa justiça

A ganância e a difamação

Vamos celebrar os preconceitos

O voto dos analfabetos

Comemorar a água podre

E todos os impostos

Queimadas, mentiras

E sequestros

Nosso castelo

De cartas marcadas

O trabalho escravo

Nosso pequeno universo

Toda a hipocrisia

E toda a afetação

Todo roubo e toda indiferença

Vamos celebrar epidemias

É a festa da torcida campeã

Vamos celebrar a fome

Não ter a quem ouvir

Não se ter a quem amar

Vamos alimentar o que é maldade

Vamos machucar o coração

Vamos celebrar nossa bandeira

Nosso passado

De absurdos gloriosos

Tudo que é gratuito e feio

Tudo o que é normal

Vamos cantar juntos

O hino nacional

A lágrima é verdadeira

Vamos celebrar nossa saudade

E comemorar a nossa solidão

Vamos festejar a inveja

A intolerância

A incompreensão

Vamos festejar a violência

E esquecer a nossa gente

Que trabalhou honestamente

A vida inteira

E agora não tem mais

Direito a nada

Vamos celebrar a aberração

De toda a nossa falta de bom senso

Nosso descaso por educação

Vamos celebrar o horror

De tudo isto

Com festa, velório e caixão

Tá tudo morto e enterrado agora

Já que também podemos celebrar

A estupidez de quem cantou

Essa canção

Venha!

Meu coração está com pressa

Quando a esperança está dispersa

Só a verdade me liberta

Chega de maldade e ilusão

Venha!

O amor tem sempre a porta aberta

E vem chegando a primavera

Nosso futuro recomeça

Venha!

Que o que vem é Perfeição!

I'm Sensitive

(Jewel)

I was thinking that I might fly today
Just to disprove all the things you say
It doesn't take a talent to be mean
Your words can crush things that are unseen
So please be careful with me, I'm sensitive
And I'd like to stay that way.
You always tell me that is impossible
To be respected and be a girl
Why's it gotta be so complicated?
Why you gotta tell me if I'm hated?
So please be careful with me, I'm sensitive
And I'd like to stay that way.
I was thinking that it might do some good
If we robbed the cynics and took all their food
That way what they believe will have taken place
And we'll give it to anybody who has some faith
So please be careful with me, I'm sensitive
And I'd like to stay that way.
I have this theory that if we're told we're bad
Then that's the only idea we'll ever have
But maybe if we are surrounded in beauty
Someday we will become what we see
'Cause anyone can start a conflict
It's harder yet to disregard it
I'd rather see the world from another angle
We are everyday angels
Be careful with me 'cause I'm sensitive and I'd like to stay that way

No meio do carinho tinha uma pedra...

World o' darkness

(Yusuf)

In this world of darkness

Evil rules by night,

But somewhere in the shadows

Someone's seeking light

No one loves their neighbour here;

Nobody has the time,

No one cares for any one else

In a world where the sun don't shine

Shamsia, Shamsia

Some sons dream of leaving

While they're young at heart

But few choose the path towards

The land beyond the dark

Who'll choose the path towards

The land beyond the dark?

Canção do Tamoio

(Gonçalves Dias)

 I

Não chores, meu filho;

Não chores, que a vida

É luta renhida: Viver é lutar.

A vida é combate,

Que os fracos abate,

Que os fortes, os bravos,

Só pode exaltar.

...

“A moça levanta e segue em frente. Não por ser forte, e sim pelo contrário: por saber que é fraca o bastante para não conseguir ter ódio no seu coração, na sua alma, na sua essência. E ama, sabendo que vai chorar muitas vezes ainda. Afinal, foi chorando que ela, você e todos os outros, vieram ao mundo.”

Machado de Assis em Dom Casmurro

quero abraço apertado
beijo molhado
mão de afago
voz de acalento
colo.
porque sou eu
carência,
que nunca
se satisfaz.
sempre sujeita
ao querer mais.

quando está tudo bem, falta inspiração. quando estou na pior, ela chega de uma maneira súbita, impetuosa, mas acompanhada de uma tristeza sem igual. eu nao consigo enxergar benefício em ter inspiração e a felicidade estar ausente, ou o contrário. eu não posso simplesmente ser feliz e meu lado artístico desabrochar? ora! clichê! há sempre essa ânsia em colocar tudo nas linhas, rodapés, pedaços de papéis inválidos, quando o meu coraçao se cansa...
 repito, clichê!

Leminski 2

“Pessoas deviam poder evaporar 
quando quisessem 
não deixar por aí
lembranças pedaços carcaças 
gotas de sangue caveiras esqueletos 
e esses apertos no coração
que não me deixam dormir...”

Leminski

“O caminho que eu escolhi é o do amor. Não importam as dores, as angústias, nem as decepções que eu vou ter que encarar. Escolhi ser verdadeira. No meu caminho, o abraço é apertado, o aperto de mão é sincero, por isso não estranhe a minha maneira de sorrir, de te desejar o bem. É só assim que eu enxergo a vida, e é só assim que eu acredito que valha a pena viver.”

Clarice Lispector

thoughts

fugir é muito cômodo.
se arrepender de ter tentado é muito prático.
ficar dói.
as pessoas nao sabem ser par. eu nao sei ser ímpar.

Ride

(Lana Del Rey)

[Music video spoken introduction:]

I was in the winter of my life, and the men I met along the road were my only summer.
At night I fell asleep with visions of myself, dancing and laughing and crying with them.
Three years down the line of being on an endless world tour, and my memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times.
I was a singer - not a very popular one,
I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken.
But I didn't really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted, and then losing it to know what true freedom is.
When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I'd been living, they asked me why - but there's no use in talking to people who have home.
They have no idea what it's like to seek safety in other people - for home to be wherever you lay your head.
I was always an unusual girl.
My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean...
And if I said I didn't plan for it to turn out this way I'd be lying...
Because I was born to be the other woman.
Who belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone.
Who had nothing, who wanted everything, with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn't even talk about it, and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.

I've been out on that open road
You can be my full time daddy,
White and gold
Singing blues has been getting old
You can be my full time baby,
Hot or cold

Don't break me down
I've been travelin' too long
I've been trying too hard
With one pretty song

I hear the birds on the summer breeze,
I drive fast, I am alone in the night
Been tryin' hard not to get into trouble,
but I, I've got a war in my mind
So, I just ride, just ride,
I just ride, just ride

Dying young and I'm playing hard
That's the way my father made his life an art
Drink all day and we talk 'til dark
That's the way the road dogs do it – ride 'til dark.

Don't leave me now
Don't say good bye
Don't turn around
Leave me high and dry

I hear the birds on the summer breeze,
I drive fast, I am alone in the night
Been tryin' hard not to get into trouble,
but I, I've got a war in my mind
I just ride, just ride,
I just ride, just ride

I'm tired of feeling like I'm fucking crazy
I'm tired of driving 'til I see stars in my eyes
It's all I've got to keep myself sane, baby
So I just ride, I just ride

I hear the birds on the summer breeze,
I drive fast, I am alone in the night
Been tryin' hard not to get into trouble,
but I, I've got a war in my mind
I just ride, just ride,
I just ride, I just ride

[Music video spoken ending:]
Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people, and finally I did on the open road.
We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore, except to make our lives into a work of art.
Live fast. Die young. Be wild. And have fun.
I believe in the country America used to be.
I believe in the person I want to become.
I believe in the freedom of the open road.
And my motto is the same as ever:
"I believe in the kindness of strangers. And when I’m at war with myself I ride, I just ride."
Who are you?
Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies?
Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them?
I have. I am fucking crazy.
But I am free.

né por nada nao, mas levar um pé na bunda é uma das piores coisas do mundo, né?
ainda mais quando o pé na bunda é cheio de elogios, 'o problema sou eu' e 'vamos ser amigos'....
nao tem nem o que falar...
dóóói...

aiai.. eu e minha vidinha forever alone with 47 cats... :/

Bolo!

wooohoooo

I want you

(audio The Beatles)

I want you

I want you so bad

I want you

I want you so bad

It's driving me mad

It's driving me mad

I want you

I want you so bad, babe

I want you

I want you so bad

It's driving me mad

It's driving me mad

I want you

I want you so bad, babe

I want you

I want you so bad

It's driving me mad

It's driving me mad

I want you

I want you so bad

I want you

I want you so bad

It's driving me mad

It's driving me mad

She's so heavy

Heavy, heavy, heavy

Delicious

I would taste you up and down,

From the top of you to your base,

Nibble your ticklish places,

Then kiss the smile upon your face.

I would pull you with sweet longing,

To where only you could see,

And place the deepest parts of me,

Warmly within your reach.

You would fold yourself in my safety,

Wrap yourself in my love,

You would feel my passion enclose on you,

And I would fit you like a glove.

I would fill your soul with nourishment,

That only a good woman provides,

You would release all your secrets into me,

And I would hold them safely inside.

You would kiss me and whisper so sweetly,

That from me you will never part,

And gently, eyes down, I would offer to you

The last piece of my heart.

© 2013

Ruby Honeytip

Wild Thing

(audio by Jimi Hendrix live)

Wild thing you make my heart sing
You make everything groovy, wild thing

Wild thing, I think I love you
But I wanna know for sure
Come on, hold me tight, I love you

Wild thing you make my heart sing
You make everything groovy, wild thing

Wild thing, I think you move me
But I wanna know for sure
So come on and hold me tight, you move me

Wild thing you make my heart sing
You make everything groovy, wild thing
Oh come on babe, come on wild thing
Shake it, shake it wild thing

Songwriter
Taylor, Chip

“É impossível se livrar das saudades porque é impossível se livrar da memória. Você não pode se livrar daquilo que amou. (…) É totalmente humano, então, ser nostálgico, e a única coisa a solução é aprender a conviver com a saudade. Talvez, por sorte nossa, a saudade possa se transformar, de uma coisa depressiva e triste, numa pequena faísca que nos impulsione para o novo, para nos entregar a outro amor, outra cidade, a outro tempo, que talvez seja melhor ou pior, não importa, mas será diferente.”

Trilogia Suja de Havana, Pedro Juan Gutierrez

Hazel Eyes

The Darkness

audio

I hail from the flatlands of East Anglia
A town that once could boast prosperity
She had trekked for many moons from a land afar
But the cruel nets had emptied the northen sea

And she said "hoots, I cannae get back tae
me hoos in bonny Scotland"

Girl with the hazel eyes - Aaaaah!
Girl with the hazel eyes - Aaaaah!

The elements had taken their toll on her
Her face was weather beaten and her hair greasy
I had never seen a set of eyes more hazelerer
And a tear did fall as she looked up at me

And she said "hoots, I cannae get back tae
me hoos in bonny Scotland"

Girl with the hazel eyes - Aaaaah!
Girl with the hazel eyes - Aaaaah!

I shall travel with thee
For to see your folks in Scotland
With their blessing, on one knee
I shall ask for your left hand

Girl with the hazel eyes - Aaaaah! 

I shall travel with thee
For to see your folks in Scotland
With their blessing, on one knee
I shall ask for your left hand

quer partir logo pro the end? pensa comigo, qualquer palestra de bacana que se deu bem na vida começa com “no mundo atribulado de hoje”, depois segue com algum dramazinho pessoal levemente cômico e voilà! você pode ter a receita do sucesso que justifique as 650 pilas que você investiu no falatório e sair feliz da vida porque, além de tudo, teve direito a um brunch. então, minha proposta é: vamos direto às tortillas. todo o resto, meu querido, são preliminares do fim. vai ser aquela mesmice que une o “oh, estamos apaixonados e dessa vez vai ser diferente” ao “a gente precisa conversar”. aí é aquele inferno de procurar palavras, construções gramaticais que amenizem a merda toda, referências a uma infância problemática, você merece coisa melhor que eu e blablablá. ninguém mais tem saco pra isso. e aquela parte da tristeza, então? as pessoas começam a te dar tapinhas nas costas com aquele olhar de comiseração e, porra, isso é chato pra caramba. e a gente começa a ler histórias de desgraças em algum canto do mundo pra se sentir menos miserável. mas a verdade é: não adianta nada. a coisa é tipo vírus, que tem lá seu período de incubação, seguido por sintomas escabrosos, até que uma hora ele simplesmente se manda. o que a gente aprende disso tudo? porra nenhuma. e então, vai mesmo me pagar esse drink?

Fragmentos

- Amiga, você tá num humor ótimo.
- Gostou? Vende na farmácia!

maybe you're right

Now maybe you're right and maybe you're wrong
But I ain't gonna argue with you no more
I've done it for too long.
It was getting so good why then, where did it go?
I can't think about it no more tell me if you know.
You were loving me, I was loving you
But now there aint nothing but regretting
nothing, nothing but regretting everything we do.

I put up with your lies like you put up with mine,
But God knows we should have stopped somewhere,
we could have taken the time,
But time has turned, yes, some call it the end.
So tell me, tell me did you really love me like a friend?
You know you don't have to pretend,
It's all over now It'll never happen again, no no no,
it'll never happen again , it won't happen again
Never, never, never, it'll never happen again
No, no, no, no.....

So maybe you're right, and maybe you're wrong
But I ain't gonna argue with you no more
I've done it for too long.
It was getting so good why then, where did it go?
I can't think about it no more tell me if you know.
You were loving me, I was loving you
But now there aint nothing but regretting
nothing, nothing but regretting everything we do. 

* Cat Stevens

audio

reading... reading reading READING...
finding some pearls.. laughing... laughing HARD

this list of jokes for intellectuals is awesome, take a look here.
i loved this one:

 

btw number 19 isnt a joke, its true.

- Que procuras?
- Tudo.
Que desejas?
- Nada. Viajo sozinha com o meu coração.
Não ando perdida, mas desencontrada.
Levo o meu rumo na minha mão.
__ Cecília Meireles

Róisín Murphy

audio
 Róisín Marie Murphy (/roʊˈʃiːn/; Irish pronunciation: [ɾˠoːˈʃiːnʲ]; born 5 July 1973) is an Irish singer-songwriter and record producer, known for her electronic style.

descoberta de 2014, assistindo maratona de greys anatomy no netflix (vale muuuuuuuuito a pena) vendo a meredith e a xtina bebadinhas de tequila dancing like no ones watching just like i do.

é muito bão também ver o romance da xtina com o major hunt, esquenta o coração.

o audio de hoje foi a discografia da Lana Del Rey, que delicinha de moça!

Elizabeth Woolridge Grant (born June 21, 1986),^[1] known by her stage name Lana Del Rey, is an American singer-songwriter. Del Rey started writing at the age of 18^[2] and she signed her first recording contract with 5 Points Records in 2007,^[3] releasing her first digital album Lana Del Ray in January 2010. Del Rey bought herself out of the contract with 5 Points Records in April 2010.^[3][4] She signed a joint contract with Interscope, Polydor, and Stranger Records in July 2011.^[4]

69 Thoughts We’ve All Had While Drunk

This is for India!

1. I’m really tired. I’m only going to have this one drink and duck out early.
2. Wow, I’m already a little less tired now.
3. I can’t wait to eat.
5. Why is my mom calling me? Mahm, I can’t talk. I’m at a bar.
6. Do I want another drink… I should really get some sleep, but one more couldn’t hurt. I mean, I’m already out.
6. And they’re literally playing the best music right now.
7. I’ll call my mom later.
8. I wonder where the nearest pizza is…
9. Pizza is a pretty great concept, when you think about it. Each bite has bread AND cheese AND meat AND veggies. WTF wow.
10. I love pizza.
11. I love my friends. Friends, I love you guys so much.
12. I’m soooooo glad these beautiful people are in my life. So blessed.
13. And I’m sooooooo glad we’re bonding. Thank you, alcohol, for cementing these friendships.
14. I literally can’t wait to eat.
15. All I want is some pizza in my mouth, cheese gently dripping down my chin.

16. SISQO?!? FUCK THIS SONG. I LOVE THIS SONG.
17. I need to plant a big kiss on the DJ. I need to have this DJ at my wedding.
18. Awwwwwwshiiiiiiiieeeeeetsooooonnnnnnn. This is my jam. I need to get up on this barstool immediately and let my body express just how much I love this song.
19. I don’t care who’s watching.
20. Except an extremely attractive human is actually watching.
21. OK, act cool. Act sexy. Keep gyrating your torso in sensual circles.
22. Stranger: Am I sending sexy vibrations to you yet?
23. Do I look sexy? I can’t tell.
24. But my limbs have never moved like this before.
25. I’m SeDuCiNg yOU wiTh mY sWiRLs, Boiiiiiiii.
26. Oops, a little cranberry vodka just dribbled down my shirt.
27. Sticky.
28. Oh well, deal with it later.
29. “Do I want another drink?” Are you fucking kidding me? Yes and hurry.
30. I won’t text my ex, I won’t text my ex, I won’t text my ex.

31. “Who wants pizza? Does anyone else want pizza?”
32. OMG I WANT PIZZA SO BAD.
33. Why don’t my friends want pizza? ARE THEY MONSTERS?
34. I will name my firstborn “Pizza.”
35. Do you think Dominos will deliver to this bar?
36. I want to hear Beyoncé. I’m going to demand the DJ to play Beyoncé.
37. This song reminds me of my ex.
38. Don’t cry, don’t cry.
39. Don’t text the ex, don’t text the ex.
40. I have soooo many people I would rather text than my ex. SO MANY.
41. Whatever, I don’t even WANT to text my ex. I’ve moved on. I’m better off.
42. Although… Since we’ve BOTH moved on, it would just be like texting a friend, right? That’s not so bad.
43. There is absolutely nothing wrong with a little innocent “How are you?”
44. In fact, it’s human decency to care about someone you used to date.
45. …I should text my ex.
46. OK, OK, one polite, casual text.
47. Text. Coherently.
48. “Heiy; whatasdf up”
49. Will he respond? Fuck. What if he doesn’t respond?
50. Still no response?!
51. “HELLO????//?”
52. OK I TRIED TO REACH OUT AND BE FRIENDLY, YOU DON’T HAVE TO BE SUCH AN ASS UGHHHHHH.
53. “a;is willl alway;is love;a you”
54. FINE, DON’T RESPOND. I’M BETTER OFF WITHOUT YOU ANYWAY.
55. Plan B: Text hookup.

56. Hello, stranger, I am cordially inviting you to bone later.
57. Wow, I’m a little drunk. I should go throw up.
58. I FEEL SO MUCH BETTER.
59. I MISS MY EX :’( :’( :’( :’(
60. M0Re A;LCOHO;L PLEASZSE
61. WAASH THE PA;IN AWAy
62. i’m hunger
63. WH0 waNT!S TO FUCKING $EAT
64. at this point, I would sacrifice at least one limb for pizza.
65. PIZZA PIZZA PIZZA PIZZA PIZZA PIZZA PIZZA PIZZA PIZZA PIZZA PIZZA PIZZA PIZZA PIZZA PIZZA PIZZA PIZZA PIZZA PIZZA PIZZA PIZZA PIZZA PIZZA PIZZA PIZZA PIZZA PIZZA PIZZA PIZZA PIZZA PIZZA PIZZA PIZZA PIZZA PIZZA PIZZA PIZZA PIZZA PIZZA.

66. I :J|LOVE U PpIZZA. U NESVER H:URT MEe
67. i; hate ]my ex im going t0 cwall them ;nd tell the’m
68. wha;trutalkingbout im N0T eVEn DRUNK!!!!
69. ijustneedtorestmyhead.

Consolo na Praia

Carlos Drummond de Andrade

Vamos, não chores.
A infância está perdida.
A mocidade está perdida.
Mas a vida não se perdeu.

O primeiro amor passou.
O segundo amor passou.
O terceiro amor passou.
Mas o coração continua.

Perdeste o melhor amigo.
Não tentaste qualquer viagem.
Não possuis carro, navio, terra.
Mas tens um cão.

Algumas palavras duras,
em voz mansa, te golpearam.
Nunca, nunca cicatrizam.
Mas, e o humour?

A injustiça não se resolve.
À sombra do mundo errado
murmuraste um protesto tímido.
Mas virão outros.

Tudo somado, devias
precipitar-te, de vez, nas águas.
Estás nu na areia, no vento…
Dorme, meu filho.

"Sorte é ter uma sombra fresca para descansar um coração que arde e pulsa na frequência do excesso até transbordar de tanto. E de tudo..."

nada é eterno.
o café esfria,
o cigarro apaga.
o tempo passa,
as pessos mudam.

Eu amo tudo o que foi
Tudo o que já não é
A dor que já me não dói
A antiga e errônea fé
O ontem que a dor deixou,
O que deixou alegria
Só porque foi, e voou
E hoje é já outro dia.

Fernando Pessoa

soul-crushing revelation: ive been asleep!
all this time ive been just around, not reading a single book, not writting even a note...
where have i been?

baixei o cd do gotye, meldels, que delícia!

guilty pleasure total! hahahaha

...........


Wouter "Wally" De Backer (born 21 May 1980), better known as Gotye (pronounced /ˈɡɔːti.eɪ/ GAW-tee-ay), is a Belgian-Australian^[2] multi-instrumental musician and singer-songwriter. The name "Gotye" is a pronunciation respelling of "Gauthier", the French cognate of Gotye's given Flemish name "Wouter" (English "Walter", hence the nickname "Wally").



...................





/ˈɡɔːti.eɪ/ !!!!!!!!!!!!

 aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.... misty feelings.. tsc

"Somebody That I Used To Know"
(feat. Kimbra)
audio
[Gotye:]
Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
Told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love and it's an ache I still remember

You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Like resignation to the end, always the end
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well you said that we would still be friends
But I'll admit that I was glad it was over

But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough
No you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
I guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know

Now you're just somebody that I used to know
Now you're just somebody that I used to know

[Kimbra:]
Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
But had me believing it was always something that I'd done
But I don't wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
And I wouldn't catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know

[Gotye:]
But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough
No you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
I guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know

[x2]
Somebody
(I used to know)
Somebody
(Now you're just somebody that I used to know)

(I used to know)
(That I used to know)
(I used to know)
Somebody

"Trouble"

 

Cat Stevens

 audio

Trouble

Oh trouble set me free

I have seen your face

And it's too much too much for me

Trouble

Oh trouble can't you see

You're eating my heart away

And there's nothing much left of me

I've drunk your wine

You have made your world mine

So won't you be fair

So won't you be fair

I don't want no more of you

So won't you be kind to me

Just let me go where

I'll have to go there

Trouble

Oh trouble move away

I have seen your face

and it's too much for me today

Trouble

Oh trouble can't you see

You have made me a wreck

Now won't you leave me in my misery

I've seen your eyes

and I can see death's disguise

Hangin' on me

Hangin' on me

I'm beat, I'm torn

Shattered and tossed and worn

Too shocking to see

Too shocking to see

Trouble

Oh trouble move from me

I have paid my debt

Now won't you leave me in my misery

Trouble

Oh trouble please be kind

I don't want no fight

And I haven't got a lot of time

Autopsicografia

O poeta é um fingidor. 

Finge tão completamente

Que chega a fingir que é dor 

A dor que deveras sente. 

E os que lêem o que escreve, 

Na dor lida sentem bem, 

Não as duas que ele teve, 

Mas só a que eles não têm. 

 E assim nas calhas de roda 

Gira, a entreter a razão, 

 Esse comboio de corda 

 Que se chama coração. 

 Fernando Pessoa

omg shes back!

"Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings - always darker, emptier and simpler."
Friedrich Nietzsche

someone once told me that love is an act of will. i was certain i’d heard wrong. i thought that love was a river, endless and deep. i thought it merely happened, washing over you like water. it was nothing to search for, nothing to force. i didn’t understand that even when we can’t control our fate, we alone have the last say in matters of the heart. we can give it freely, even in the worst of times, even when it isn’t returned. the frightned walk away when love is difficult. i know that now. you have to be willing to end up with nothing. only then will your heart be whole

o tempo passa e as pessoas aprendem a viver sem você... e serem felizes assim..

hahahahah
juuuura que vocês acreditaram?

acho que agora volto a escrever aqui de verdade.
a começar pelo furacão que passou na minha vida.
ui que clichê!
:P

óia eu aqui traveiz!

É, sumi, eu sei.
Tava cansada de internet e num hiato criativo danado.
Prometo que esses dias mesmo posto coisas novas.