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

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.

500 Days Of Summer [3]

Tom: People give these cards when they can't say how they feel. Or they're afraid to. And we provide the service that lets `em get away with that! It's these greeting cards, Sir, these cards, these movies, these pop songs. They're responsible for all the lies, the heartache, everything! We're responsible! Everyone shifts in their seats.
I think we do a bad thing here. People should be able to say how they feel, how they really feel, without some strangers putting words in their mouths. The truth. A card is a nice thought but it shouldn't do the dirty work for you. You love someone, tell them yourself, in your own words. Maybe it's not love at all. Maybe there's no such thing as love. Maybe it's... "galoogoo."
There's enough bullshit in the world without my help. I quit.

Suspiro

Nada de mais. Lembranças passam, olhos são revirados e um longo suspiro é dado. Apenas para pensar em qualquer outra coisa. Às vezes é o contrário, não pensa em nada e suspira tentando achar algo. Tem também um pingo de cansaço, quando a mente e o corpo precisam de mais ar. Nada de mais. Nada pesado. Apenas ar.

Mutter

Ich dachte, es war okay für Sie. Es tut mir weh zu wissen, dass ich dich verletzt habe.

Honestidade consigo mesmo

Às vezes quando forçamos sorrisos acabamos encontrando os verdadeiros.

Momentâneo

Corpo quente, suado. Peito aberto, estriado. Dentes firmes e duros mostram força com os olhos profundos. Fecha o punho, levanta e bate. Bater não é o suficiente então pegue logo algum objeto. De preferência pesado. Espere! Passou em menos de minutos. Não cometa um erro que irá se arrepender. Quem disse que foi erro? Foi apenas um instinto que não deixo tomar o controle. Minha guarda está no chão, pode tomar controle agora.