quinta-feira, maio 22, 2008

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Just give me a second, darling, to clear my head
Just put down those scissors, baby
On the single bed
The sand in the hour glass is running low
I came through thunder, the cold, wind, the rain and the snow
To find you awake by your window sill
A sight for saw eyes, and a view to kill

I broke down in horror at you standing there
The glow from the moon shone through cracks in your hair
I shouted with passion “ I love you so much”
But feeling my skin, it was cold to the touch
You whispered where are you?
I questioned your doubt
But soon realised you were talking to God now

You got blood your hands
And I know it’s mine
I just need more time
So get of your low, let’s dance like we used to
But there’s a light in the distance, waiting for me
I will wait for you
So get of your low, let’s kiss like we used to

I looked in the mirror, but something was wrong
I saw you behind, but my reflection was gone
There was smoke in the fireplace as white as the snow
A voice then come gently “It’s your time to go”
as you beg for forgiveness
“Don’t touch me” I screamed
I’ve got unfinished business

You got blood your hands
And I know it’s mine
I just need more time
So get of your low, let’s dance like we used to
But there’s a light in the distance, waiting for me
I will wait for you
So get of your low, let’s kiss like we used to

You got blood your hands
And I know it’s mine
I just need more time
So get of your low, let’s dance like we used to
But there’s a light in the distance, waiting for me
I will wait for you
So get of your low, let’s kiss like we used to

domingo, maio 04, 2008

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Certezas neuróticas e outros assuntos pendentes. Um rosto lindo a seu ver, um dia bonito do seu jeito e um futuro dizendo sim. Quieto e sem muito murmúrio está o sujeito que busca equilíbrio. Está sem vontade e sem animo para começar seus dias e mal consegue dormir à noite. Quem me dera levantar com um desfribilizador ao invés de um humor digno de enterro. "Hoje você pode ser feliz...desde que acredite!" São tantas condições que esbarram naquela certeza do mundo melhor...para os outros. O egoísmo faz mal.

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Sem travas. É difícil um edifício. Edifico coisas tão pequenas.