living of love

Say yes we live uncertainty
And disappointments have to be
And everyday we might be facing more
And yes we live in desperate times
But fading words and shaking rhymes
There's only one thing here worth hoping for
With Lucifer beneath you and God above
If either one of them asks you what your living of
Say love

o que me deixa um pouco mais tranquila é poder acordar de manhã e colocar as minhas musicas favoritas pra tocar.

the weight of lies

Disappear from your home town
Go and find the people that you know
Show them all of your good parts
Beat down when the bad ones start to show
Going with a woman
A pretty girl that you never met
Make sure she knows you love her well
But don't make any other promises

When you run make sure you run
To something and not away from 'cause
Lies don't need an aeroplane to chase you down


pra ouvir

e já pensou, se mudando o username do blog depois de 4 anos, alguma coisa nova boa acontecesse?

25 horas

Manhã de domingo ouvindo The Avett Brothers, dançando pelo quarto, tentando espantar os pensamentos do que eu podia ter feito mas deixei de fazer ou fiz errado, como sempre.
Não é muito fácil se apaixonar perdidamente, e sempre que acontece, acho um jeito de estragar tudo. E ontem foi um dos mais absurdos.
Eu já tinha tomado algumas muitas cervejas, e simplesmente entreguei meu coração a um desconhecido, que foi embora com outra.
A lua tava alta, mas ninguém reparava por causa da neblina, e o dia tinha uma hora a mais.
Almas jovens e bonitas dançando pelas ruas com uma garrafa de vodka entocada na mochila, junto com um vídeo-game portátil, um quadrinho do homem aranha e os olhos mais bonitos do mundo. Eu fui excluída e voltei pra casa de mãos abanando.
Tomei mais umas cervejas, pra tentar me recuperar, e aguentar aquela mais uma hora que parecia eterna.
E no meio da rua vinha ele, minha grande salvação. Paramos atrapalhando o tráfego incessante de pessoas tão ou mais perdidas que nós, e falamos por horas, sem dizer absolutamente nada.
Os dois olhos dele estavam pequenos na mesma proporção em que minha boca tava seca, mas ele era lindo e compreensivo e sabia o que tava acontecendo. Me ouviu, quieto.
Fui embora deixando-o procurando seu caminho pelas ruas, que ele não encontra há anos e voltei pra casa.
Mas a única coisa real, que ficou de ontem, não foi meu coração partido, nem meu brinco perdido, nem mais um amor entregue às traças. A única coisa real é esse dedo amarelo dos mais de 20 cigarros que eu fumei. E o cheiro de álcool eu finjo não existir.

memórias postumas

Cada estação da vida é uma edição, que corrige a anterior, e que será corrigida também, até a edição definitiva, que o editor dá de graça aos vermes.

she will always be a broken girl

she buys a new dress for the party,
she always looks good in red.
Turns around in front of the mirror
and disappears inside of her head.
She wonders if he'll even remember,
she asked him in a casual way.
Just in case he didn't want to go with her,
in that event she knew just what she would say.

She thought of maybe asking a girlfriend,
even though she only has one or two.
She's always done much better with boys anyway,
so who needs girlfriends?
Pacing nervous across the floor of her bedroom,
gripping tight the phone in her hand.
Fighting back the rush of emotions,
and dreaming of just having a man..

It's a long walk,
and the music is loud.
She sees an old friend,
and she walks through the crowd.
Puts on her best smile,
but underneath it she's a broken girl.

But it's a long walk,
and the music is loud.
She sees an old friend,
as she walks through the crowd.
Puts on her best smile,
but she will always be a broken girl.

She struggles with an awful decision,
stay at home or walk in alone.
Her mother does her best to console her,
her father doesn't know what to say.

Puts on her makeup,
puts on the new dress.
Holds her head high then gets in the car.
Tells herself that no one will notice,
assuming she can make it that far.

On the way she imagines reactions.
Cupped hands whispering into ears.
Secretly hoping that he'll be there watching,
and she's also hoping he won't.

Walking tentative alone up the driveway,
sees some people smoking off to the side.
She stops and waits until they go back in,
crosses her fingers and follows behind.

It's a long walk,
and the music is loud.
She sees an old friend,
and she walks through the crowd.
Puts on her best smile,
but underneath it she's a broken girl.

It's a long walk,
and the music is loud.
She sees an old friend,
as she walks through he crowd.
Puts on her best smile,
but she will always be a broken girl.

He'll never get you, he will never understand.
He'll never get you, you can find a better man.

love will tear us apart

Ele tava usando uma camiseta do Joy Division, e comentou que on the road era seu livro favorito.
Era impossivel eu não me apaixonar.

give a little love

Well I know my death will not come
'Til I breathe all the air out my lungs
'Til my final tune is sung
That all is fleeting
Yeah, but all is good
And my love is my whole being
And I've shared what I could
But if you give a little love, you can get a little love of your own
Don't break his heart
Yeah if you give a little love, you can get a little love of your own
Don't break his heart
Well my heart is bigger than the earth
And though life is what gave it love first
Life is not all that it's worth
'Cause life is fleeting
Yeah, but I love you
And my love surrounds you like an ether
In everything that you do
But if you give a little love, you can get a little love of your own
Don't break his heart
Yeah if you give a little love, you can get a little love of your own
Don't break his heart
Yeah if you give a little love, you can get a little love of your own
Don't break his heart
Yeah if you give a little love, you can get a little love of your own
Don't break his heart
Well if you are (what you love)
And you do (what you love)
I will always be the sun and moon to you
And if you share (with your heart)
Yeah, you give (with your heart)
What you share with the world is what it keeps of you

2 atoms in a molecule

And if love is just a game
Then how come it's no fun?
If love is just a game
How come I've never won?
I guess maybe it's possible I might be playing it wrong
And that's why every time I roll the dice
I always come undone

about our lives

"I used to think she was quite intelligent , in my stupidity. The reason I did was because she knew quite a lot about the theater and plays and literature and all that stuff. If somebody knows quite a lot about all those things, it takes you quite a while to find out whether they're really stupid or not."

salinger

"Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around - nobody big, I mean - except me. And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff - I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That's all I do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be."