música do meu coração :

                                                                                                                      lion babe

 

    yes, i have been hanging some heavy things on my shoulders. yes, i am feeling back pain. some days, i just want to lay down and close my eyes. sometimes, i just want to yell at you. other times, i just forget how important you are. then, i take out all of your importance from you and make you an ordinary boy. it makes easy for me. and for all of us. yes, i am lying to myself believing you can change your mind. i keep hoping that your heart can have another face than this one you are showing to us. yes, i have faith. sometimes, too much. they keep saying that i am soft like clouds. yes, i need to change that. but it will be unfare to be just me making this effort. you? you can make it better. you know that. me? me too, no doubt about it. i am working on it even when i am writing this.  sometimes, we pretend to be lovers and let's keep it that way. we are water and oil. we exist together but we never chat or hang out or even put our hands together. i like you. i really do. that's one of my errors.  i suppose yours too.

do chão :

baby can't you hear this sound
all the arguments are screaming out
this ain't love that we've found

go get out

turn around

cause i got a mouth that will knock you down

and when it's over, you won't know what hit you

cause you'll be looking up at me from the ground

something's gotta give we can start to live without having to shout so loud

love does not taste like this at ll

as fronteiras entre tu e eu :

                                                                                                                                                  neta-lee hershlag

Os limites. Repara bem! Estamos todos naquele limite. Do tempo. Do nosso e dos outros. Da paciência. Da nossa e dos outros. Da bondade. Da humildade. Dos erros. Dos perdões. Todos fartos das cedências, sem nunca termos feito nenhuma. Dos apertos de mão sem força. Dos abraços sem olhos nos olhos antes. Das vidas tropeçadas. Dos dias cheios. Dos sentimentos atabalhoados. Das palavras soltas sem pontos finais ... Atiramos palavras para que possamos sentir alguma coisa. Recuperamos silêncios porque o barulho, afinal, é demais. Nunca olhamos bem. Nunca! Quem nos dera saber viver como eles que se dizem focados e organizados em cima da mesa. Quem nos dera nada disto. Confessamos pouco que só queremos agarrar uma maça e comê-la sem a lavar. Confessamos nada que não queremos aqueles sapatos nem aquele restaurante. Confessamos uma vida que se construiu à nossa frente, sem nunca termos visto bem. É só fumo no ar. Fumo sem ar. Tira os pés do chão e vai agora ter com o tio que não vês há meses. Pega no telefone e liga agora ao teu amigo da escola secundária. Compra uma flor para a tua vizinha. 

Fala com eles!

Conta-lhes sobre os limites ...

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das mais intensas do ano :

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ursas maiores :

and anyway :

why does everyone hear me wrong?
if I told you different, would it sound the same?
would it make a difference?

and anyway ...

i know i've done wrong and i paid for it
it's your time to talk and i'm listening

say that you don't want me, say that you don't need me
tell me i'm the fool
tell me you've been tortured, tell me you've been beaten

what i've done to you

even if it doesn't matter
doesn't matter what's true
just say that you don't want me, say that you don't need me

forgetting how it started,

this is how it ends

what i've done to you
even if it doesn't matter
doesn't matter what's true
just say that you don't want me, say that you don't need me
tell me i'm the fool

tell me that it's over, tell me that you mean it
this time was true
tell me that i'm unknown to you

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unthinkable :

                              if you ask me ... i am not ready

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