I Need Some Sleep

I need some sleep.
You can't go on like this.
I try counting sheep,
But there's one I always miss.

Everyone says, "I'm getting down too low"
Everyone says, "You just gotta let it go"
You just gotta let it go
You just gotta let it go

I need some sleep
time to put the old horse down
I'm in too deep
and the wheels keep spinning round

Everyone says, "I'm getting down too low"
Everyone says, "You just gotta let it go"
You just gotta let it go
You just gotta let it go

You just gotta let it go
You just gotta let it go
You just gotta let it go

Eels

Again nonsense

For several reasons my eyes don't open.
It's not that I don't want to, it's because I believe in something else.
How I wish the past could be the present and the present be the future.
Not exactly it is now, but like the best it could be.
Guess it isn't enough to become bigger.
It'll stay an expectation, only a hope.
Yes, life has many paths and ways, but none of them will be complety full.
None of them are empty, they just need time to grow by their own.
Guess it's not right to depend on anything.
Everything is based in moments, and moments go away.

Those words that brought happiness and hope could (finally) stop the suffering.
But does it really depend on others?
I'm the one who feels, so I'm the one that must put an end.
Maybe it's my fault since the beginning.
Shouldn't have let myself jump in.
Shouldn't have believed in fairy tales.
They only live in our imagination, and the most part of us will never believe in these madness.
A trick or the real meaning of life?
We all want to live the most beautiful dream, but few of us go after it.
And sometimes the most beautiful dream goes to a different direction.
If it goes alone, it'll be one thing.
If something interfere, it'll become other thing completely opposite.
So... do I try to catch it or let it be what it's supposed to be?
And if it doesn't want to be changed?

It's easier to think, to create solutions.
Try to accomplish them when what you really want to do is what makes you happy, not what's supposedly right.
But of course, it doesn't depend on me.

Gone. Just gone

She misses those tiny little things that used to make her smile all day long. Those things that for anybody else would be ordinary, for her were the highest levels of joy. When everything was white, black and blue, one thing only could save her world. It sounds stupid, of course. Only she could understand how important few things on this Earth are worth living. She misses her dreams, believes and magic that made her feel diferent from the rest. At least for a moment, at least once. She tries to think how did that happen, all those feelings inside her are now dead. Like everybody, she didn't like to feel vulnerable, foolish, lost, dependent... Nevertheless those feelings were alive inside her. That is her nature, it has always been. How did that change? When did she let herself to fell into the eyes of society? She lost her characters, and now it's dificult to bring them back. And now, like no other special day, she lives their daily routine.
Imagine yourself witnessing something that for you, is amazing. It could be anything, anything at all that for you is like no other living thing. This sensation of finding something unique. She feels just like that, or at least she felt.

Valerie

I remember our teacher telling us that it was an adolescent phase that people outgrew. Sarah did. I didn't.
But I'd only told them the truth. Was that so selfish? Our integrity sells for so little, but it is all we really have. It is the very last inch of us. But within that inch we are free.
After that there were no roses anymore. Not for anyone. I remember how the meaning of words began to change. How unfamiliar words like "collateral" and "rendition" became frightening, while things like Norsefire and the Articles of Allegiance became powerful. I remember how "different" became dangerous. I still don't understand it, why they hate us so much.
I shall die here. Every inch of me shall perish. Every inch, but one. An inch. It is small and it is fragile and it is the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away. We must NEVER let them take it from us.
It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years I had roses and apologized to no one.
I hope that the worlds turns, and that things get better.

Lizieux

Sempre imaginamos algo onde não existe.

Viva a morte do teatro vivo

O teatro vivo. É a maior encenação já feita na vida. O figurino, a maquiagem, o discurso e principalmente as máscaras precisam convencer. Quem? A todos, até mesmo o próprio ator. A interpretação perfeita. Toda a organização impecável para um grande e final número. Começou atrasado e não tem hora para acabar. E quando as cortinas fecharem não haverá platéia, muito menos aplausos. Terá apenas o ator e suas tantas faces. As faces terão o calor como única coisa em comum. E de um jeito peculiar ganharão o descaso.

Moulin Rouge

Christian: You made me believe you loved me. I should pay you.

Satine: Please.

Zidler: Jealousy has driven the sitar player into hiding.

Christian: You did your job very well. I should pay you like everyone else does!

Satine: Don't, Christian. There's no point. Just leave.

Christian: If you don't love me and it wasn't real, why can't I pay you? Let me pay! Let me pay!

Zidler: Open the doors!

Christian: Tell me you don't love me!

Zidler: Driven mad by jealousy!

Christian: She is yours now. I've paid my whore! I owe you nothing. And you are nothing to me. Thank you for curing me of my ridiculous obsession with love.

Zidler: This sitar player doesn't love you. See? He flees the kingdom! Pumpkin, it's for the best. You know it is. The show must go on. And now, my bride it is time for you to raise your voice to the heavens and say your wedding vows.

Toulouse: Christian! The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return!