Como Castor e Pólux, eu vivo entre o Olimpo e os Infernos. Sempre nos extremos. Ou na completa indiferença ou no turbilhão de emoções. Tenho fases e são elas que me causam problemas ou me trazem alegria. Não estou justificando nada. Só estou me entregando de mãos beijadas.
domingo, 23 de janeiro de 2011
domingo, 16 de janeiro de 2011
Highway Song - System Of A Down
Highway Song
I need, I feel, a love,
You love to love the fear,
I never want to be alone,
I've forgotten to.
You love to love the fear,
I never want to be alone,
I've forgotten to.
The road keeps moving clouds,
The clouds become unreal,
I guess I'll always be at home,
Do you want me to try,
Directing your night.
The clouds become unreal,
I guess I'll always be at home,
Do you want me to try,
Directing your night.
An exit lights the sky,
The sky becoms complete,
Traveling hearts divine the throne,
I've forgotten to.
The sky becoms complete,
Traveling hearts divine the throne,
I've forgotten to.
Friction, lines, bumps,
The highway song complete,
The signs are all tuning right,
Do you want me to try,
Directing your night,
Want me to try,
Directing your light.
The highway song complete,
The signs are all tuning right,
Do you want me to try,
Directing your night,
Want me to try,
Directing your light.
The purest forms of life,
Our days are never coming back,
The cannons of our time,
Our days are never coming back,
The purest forms of life,
Our days are never coming back,
The cannons of our time,
Our days are never ever coming back.
Our days are never coming back,
The cannons of our time,
Our days are never coming back,
The purest forms of life,
Our days are never coming back,
The cannons of our time,
Our days are never ever coming back.
Our days are never coming back,
Our days are never coming back,
Our days are never coming back.
Our days are never coming back,
Our days are never coming back.
sábado, 8 de janeiro de 2011
Comment puis-je croire quand ne peux pas sens?
segunda-feira, 3 de janeiro de 2011
Aquele
Normalmente não sentiria nada ali de mãos dadas com ele. Mas ele não era como os outros. Era como se tudo estivesse em câmera lenta. Caminhando naquele lugar estranho. Tudo era amarelo e vermelho como num outono de filme. Aquele sorriso me transmitia uma paz inexplicável. Pude até sentir o calor entre nossas mãos e um leve gosto de uva na boca por algum tempo. Mas assim como começou terminou. Isso é só. Isso é tudo.
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