domingo, 25 de setembro de 2011

Love Actually

domingo, 18 de setembro de 2011

Concreto abstrato

Tanto convencimento para chegar em um lugar onde não sabe a localização ou sequer a real existência. Tantos olhares e nenhum realmente enxerga. Tantas bocas com suas falas e nenhuma entra na cabeça. Falas que não se igualam a voz verdadeira. E da onde ela vem? Isso se ela vier.

terça-feira, 13 de setembro de 2011

Não tão longe assim

De bom para ótimo só gasta 10 minutos. A distância ainda não sei, mas o tempo é curto.

domingo, 4 de setembro de 2011

Roof

I miss that place. Everything could be a mess, but I could escape and have minutes of happiness and peace. I'm not afraid of reality, but is good to have a place to fit in. I don't have it anymore, and even if I had, I wouldn't go alone. The magic thing is not the place, it isn't the view or the great wind, is something I didn't figure it out... yet. Maybe are the laughs, or the people. I don't know. The only thing I really need is to go back there again and try to carry that happiness with me wherever I go.

sexta-feira, 2 de setembro de 2011

Amuleto de azar

Esse objeto me traz raiva apenas por olhá-lo. A lembrança que ele carrega me tira de mim. Na verdade tirou muito mais do que a minha sanidade, e acrescentou traços ruins. Não que vá mudar algo ao me livrar disso, apenas será menos um jeito de pensar.

terça-feira, 30 de agosto de 2011

Something To Believe In

you talk too much
maybe that's your way
of breaking up the silence
that fills you up
but it doesn't sound the same
when no one's really listening

we stumble into our lives
reach for a hand to hold
any wonder we need to find
a certain something certain

turn out the light
and what are you left with?
open up my hands
and find out they're empty
press my face to the ground
i've got to find a reason
just scratching around
for something to believe in

you have too much
and spending all your time
collecting and discovering
it's not enough
and no matter how you try
you never find the one you want

we stumble into our lives
without a hand to hold
any wonder we need to find
a certain something certain

turn out the light
and what are you left with?
open up my hands
and find out they're empty
press my face to the ground
i've got to find a reason
still scratching around
for something to believe in
something to believe in

Aqualung

segunda-feira, 29 de agosto de 2011

What's on my mind

I won't lie if anybody ask. I won't try to hide. And yes, there are a lot of things right now, but I know it's not fair (or necessary) to release it on nobody face.
I'll try to hold it back. I'll try not to bother with my silly things.