«One thing I truly knew—knew it in the pit of my stomach, in the center of my bones, knew it from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet, knew it deep in my empty chest—was how love gave someone the power to break you.»
Bella Swan, New Moon, Chapter 9, p.219
Ela estava certa, muito certa...
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[Don't give up my friend.
You need to survive, you have to.
Please...]
sexta-feira, 26 de dezembro de 2008
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terça-feira, 23 de dezembro de 2008
My fake plastic life
Fake Plastic Trees
Her green plastic watering can
For her fake Chinese rubber plant
In the fake plastic earth
That she bought from a rubber man
In a town full of rubber plans
To get rid of itself
It wears her out, it wears her out
It wears her out, it wears her out
She lives with a broken man
A cracked polystyrene man
Who just crumbles and burns
He used to do surgery
For girls in the eighties
But gravity always wins
It wears him out, it wears him out
It wears him out, it wears him out
She looks like the real thing
She tastes like the real thing
My fake plastic love
But I can't help the feeling
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run
It wears me out, it wears me out
It wears me out, it wears me out
If I could be who you wanted
If I could be who you wanted all the time
All the time...
All the time...
Radiohead
quarta-feira, 10 de dezembro de 2008
Direitos Humanos
Don't Forget
Free Tibet!!!
segunda-feira, 24 de novembro de 2008
O que está a acontecer a minha vida?
I'm felling so bad, so sad. I'm feeling alone, alone in the dark.
Let me hold you
For the last time
It's the last chance to feel again
But you broke me
Now I can't feel anything
When I love you
It's so untrue
I can't even convince myself
When I'm speaking
It's the voice of someone else
Oh it tears me up
I tried to hold but it hurts too much
I tried to forgive but it's not enough
To make it all okay
You can't play our broken strings
You can't feel anything
That your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that aint real
Oh the truth hurts
And lies worse
I can't like it anymore
And I love you a little less than before
Oh what are we doing
We are turning into dust
Playing house in the ruins of us
Running back through the fire
When there's nothing left to say
It's like chasing the very last train
When it's too late
Oh it tears me up
I tried to hold but it hurts too much
I tried to forgive but it's not enough
To make it all okay
You can't play our broken strings
You can't feel anything
That your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that aint real
Oh the truth hurts
And lies worse
I can't like it anymore
And I love you a little less than before
But we're running through the fire
When there's nothing left to say
It's like chasing the very last train
When we both know it's too late
You can't play our broken strings
You can't feel anything
That your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that aint real
Oh the truth hurts
And lies worse
I can't like it anymore
And I love you a little less than before
Oh and I love you a little less than before
Let me hold you for the last time
It's the last change to feel again .
(Broken strings - James Morrisson)
Talvez um dia entendas que estavas errado...
domingo, 23 de novembro de 2008
Don't give up - há dias em que precisamos de uma força...
We were wanted all along
I was taught to fight, taught to win
I never thought I could fail
No fight left or so it seems
I am a man whose dreams have all deserted
Ive changed my face, Ive changed my name
But no one wants you when you lose
Dont give up
cos you have friends
Dont give up
Youre not beaten yet
Dont give up
I know you can make it good
Though I saw it all around
Never thought I could be affected
Thought that wed be the last to go
It is so strange the way things turn
Drove the night toward my home
The place that I was born, on the lakeside
As daylight broke, I saw the earth
The trees had burned down to the ground
Dont give up
You still have us
Dont give up
We dont need much of anything
Dont give up
cause somewhere theres a place
Where we belong
Rest your head
You worry too much
Its going to be alright
When times get rough
You can fall back on us
Dont give up
Please dont give up
got to walk out of here
I cant take anymore
Going to stand on that bridge
Keep my eyes down below
Whatever may come
And whatever may go
That rivers flowing
That rivers flowing
Moved on to another town
Tried hard to settle down
For every job, so many men
So many men no-one needs
Dont give up
cause you have friends
Dont give up
Youre not the only one
Dont give up
No reason to be ashamed
Dont give up
You still have us
Dont give up now
Were proud of who you are
Dont give up
You know its never been easy
Dont give up
cause I believe theres the a place
Theres a place where we belong
domingo, 9 de novembro de 2008
Dilema
Escolhas, escolhas, escolhas.... Há alguma coisa mais dificil do que fazer uma escolha? E porque é que a escolha feita nunca me parece a melhor opçao.. ou quando até é a melhor para mim, tem sempre de deixar alguém magoado para trás... porquê? Porque é que o certo é sempre o mais difícil... Porque é que o melhor para mim é o pior para as outras pessoas? Porque é que eu nao posso simplesmente dizer a alguém: Vá, escolhe tu por mim!! E tudo se resolvia... talvez fosse mais fácil.. porque parece que toda a gente sabe o que é o melhor para mim.. Só eu é que não..Estou tão farta.. Porque é que eu sou assim?? A eterna indecisa, a eterna insegura... Porque é que eu vi Afinal o que quero eu para mim?? Não é obvio? Para quem vê de fora é...
segunda-feira, 27 de outubro de 2008
Ponto de luz...
------------------------------"Não sei quantas almas tenho.
Cada momento mudei.
Continuamente me estranho.
Nunca me vi nem acabei.
De tanto ser, só tenho alma.
Quem tem alma não tem calma.
Quem vê é só o que vê,
Quem sente não é quem é,
Atento ao que sou e vejo,
Torno-me eles e não eu.
Cada meu sonho ou desejo
É do que nasce e não meu.
Sou minha própria paisagem;
Assisto à minha passagem,
Diverso, móbil e só,
Não sei sentir-me onde estou.
Por isso, alheio, vou lendo
Como páginas, meu ser.
O que sogue não prevendo,
O que passou a esquecer.
Noto à margem do que li
O que julguei que senti.
Releio e digo : "Fui eu?"
Deus sabe, porque o escreveu. "
sexta-feira, 24 de outubro de 2008
Horizontes
Eu sou eu, nao me vou apresentar porque nao é necessario: o meu nome, a minha morada, a minha idade, nada disso interessa para aqui; o que verdadeiramente interessa são os meus horizontes, os meus sonhos, as minhas ideias, as minhas esperanças... tudo aquilo que eu gostava de tornar real... mas que muitas vezes fica pela metade... a vida, essa, as vezes não nos dá tudo o que queremos, nem força suficiente para seguir em frente.. por isso, porque nao apenas viver num mundo de sonhos, onde todos os horizontes estão ao nosso alcance, onde se materializam e se tornam realidade...?
