Dia dos namorados, começo, duvida, planos, briga, estresse, caos, transito, black dog, amigas?, bar da Walda, jantar?, palhaços, cerpa, free, mesa errada, dadinhos, feia, "te quero mais que tudo, tudo, tudo, te amo mais que tudo, tudo, tudo", digo ou não digo?, diz aí vai, carro, cheio, lotado, nesse, naquele, aqui, ali, tá, whatever, estacionamento, prédio, sala, mesa, chão, janela, cadeira, colchão, costas, unhas, mordidas, te amo, te amo, te amo, te amo, farmácia, porta, casa, atrasada, boa noite 2008.
I don't know! I DON'T KNOW! I'm lost! I'm scared! I feel like I'm disappearing! MY SKIN COMING OFF! I'M GETTING OLD! Nothing makes any sense to me! NOTHING MAKES ANY SENSE!
sábado, 12 de junho de 2010
sexta-feira, 11 de junho de 2010
Do it, do it, do it
Tô doida pra me meter em encrenca de novo. Afinal de contas que graça tem a vida se não nas encrencas que a gente se mete? Que graça tem viver a vida sem esse frio na barriga? Sem essa expectativa? Sem essa duvida? Sem esse gostinho de perigo na boca? Eu preciso viver no perigo, nas alturas, nas dúvidas, nos erros, na vontade, no desafio, eu não funciono sem isso. Então, tá errado? Deve estar, não costumo fazer as coisas certas mesmo. Mas e dai? Give me one good reason. Sempre tive medo de me tornar essa pessoa sem nada a perder, sempre achei que esse era o tipo de pessoa mais perigoso mas agora me vejo casa vez mais chegando perto disso. Toda vez que o resto do meu consciente diz "não faz isso" eu respondo "porque?". Porque não? Porque é errado? Quem disse que é errado? E se é errado, o que que tem? O que eu não abro e nem vou abrir mão é disso, é de levar essa vida bandida, de responder perguntas com mais perguntas, de jogar uns olhares duvidosos, de rasgar sorrisos, de me arriscar, de entrar no carro de quem eu não deveria, e de fazer coisas que eu não deveria. Opa, escapou. Mas eu também gosto de falar o que eu não deveria. Afinal de contas, o que não me mata, me fortalece.
domingo, 6 de junho de 2010
you oughta know!
I want you to know
That I'm happy for you
I wish nothing but
The best for you both
An older version of me
Is she perverted like me?
Would she go down on you in a theater?
Does she speak eloquently?
And would she have your baby?
I'm sure she'd make a really excellent mother
'Cause the love that you gave, that we made
Wasn't able to make it enough
For you to be open wide, no
And every time you speak her name
Does she know how you told me you'd hold me
Until you died? 'Til you died?
But you're still alive
And I'm here to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It's not fair to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know
You seem very well
Things look peaceful
I'm not quite as well
I thought you should know
Did you forget about me, Mr. Duplicity?
I hate to bug you in the middle of dinner
But it was a slap in the face
How quickly I was replaced
And are you thinking of me when you fuck her?
'Cause the love that you gave, that we made
Wasn't able to make it enough
For you to be open wide, no
And every time you speak her name
Does she know how you told me you'd hold me
Until you died? 'Til you died?
But you're still alive
And I'm here to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It's not fair to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know
'Cause the joke that you laid in the bed
That was me, and I'm not going to fade as soon
As you close your eyes, and you know it
And everytime I scratch my nails
Down someone else's back, I hope you feel it
Well, can you feel it?
Well, I'm here to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It's not fair to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know
I'm here to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It's not fair to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know
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