"... And if we can find where we belong. W
e'll have to make it on our own..."

sábado, 30 de abril de 2011

It's the tearing sound of love-notes
Drowning out these gray stained windows
And the view outside is sterile
And I'm only two cubes down
I'll photocopy all the things that we could be
If you took the time to notice me
But you can't now, I don't blame you
And it's not your fault that no one ever does
And they might fill your place
A temporary stand-in for your face
This happens all the time
And I can't help but think I'll die alone
So I'll spend my time with strangers
A condition and it's terminal
In this water-cooler romance
And its coming to a close
We could be in the park 
and dancing by a tree
Kicking over blades we see
Or a dark beach with a black view
Sometimes I think I'll die alone
Think I'd love to die alone

"Until the end, until this pool of blood."

"But this time, I mean it
I'll let you know just how much you mean to me
As snow falls on desert sky
Until the end of everything
I'm trying, I'm trying
To let you know how much you mean
As days fade, and nights grow
And we go cold

Until the end, until this pool of blood
Until this, I mean this, I mean this
Until the end of... "

(Demolition Lovers)

quarta-feira, 27 de abril de 2011

You're a fake.

Achei que certos tipos de pessoas só existissem em novelas.. 
Estava enganada. Completamente enganada.
Certos... comportamentos existem na vida real. 
Manipular, enganar, mentir, dissimular, trair, ser ruim(no sentido literal da palavra), viver uma farsa, SER uma farça.Ganância, egoísmo, luxúria... Isto lhe parece familiar? Um vilão talvez? Pois é.
E acredite, tudo isso em uma só pessoa. 

Só lamento. Por mim, por ter sido ingênua demais. E a você, por ser uma farsa.


Is it getting better?
Or do you feel the same?
Will it make it easier on you now?
You got someone to blame
Did I disappoint you?
Or leave a bad taste in your mouth
You act like you never had love
And you want me to go without
Well, it's too late, tonight,
To drag the past out into the light
We're one, but we're not the same
We get to carry each other
Did I ask too much, more than a lot?
You gave me nothing, now it's all I got
We're one, but we're not the same.
Well, we hurt each other, then we do it again.
You say:
Love is a temple, love a higher law
Love is a temple, love the higher law
You ask me to enter, but then you make me crawl
And I can't keep holding on to what you got
When all you got is hurt.
One love, one blood
One life you got to do what you should.
One life with each other: sisters, brothers.
One life, but we're not the same.
We get to carry each other
(One - U2)

domingo, 17 de abril de 2011

O refúgio,

Às vezes, tudo que eu preciso é ficar a sós, eu comigo mesma.
Preciso do meu espaço, pois as vezes só eu me compreendo. 
As vezes só eu posso lidar com a eterna controvérsia do meu ser.


Eu gosto delas.
O problema é quando vem a intimidade.
E o que era espontâneo se torna obrigação.

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