Claro

Rasguei as dúvidas. Não me pesam mais. Pelo menos não agora. E espero de verdade que continuem rasgadas e sem sombras. Um livro dura bem mais e esse não terá pesos.

The Show Must Go On

Empty spaces,
What are we living for?
Abandoned places,
I guess we know the score.
On and on, does anybody know what we are looking for?
Another hero, another mindless crime,
Behind the curtain, in the pantomime.
Hold the line, does anybody want to take it anymore?

The show must go on.
Inside my heart is breaking,
My make-up may be flaking,
But my smile still stays on.

Whatever happens, I'll leave it all to chance,
Another heartache, another failed romance.
On and on, does anybody know what we are living for?
I guess I'm learning,
I must be warmer now.
I'll soon be turning
Round the corner now.

Outside the dawn is breaking,
But inside in the dark I'm aching to be free.
The show must go on.

Inside my heart is breaking,
My make - up may be flaking,
But my smile still stays on.
My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies,
Fairytales of yesterday will grow but never die.
I can fly - my friends.

I'll face it with a grin,
I'm never giving in
On - with the show.
I'll top the bill, I'll overkill,
I have to find the will to carry on
On with the show
On with the show
The show must go on!

Queen

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.