fino

eu escrevo a dor que não soube chorar.

I'll see you in another life, when we are both cats...

"Hold on little girl
Show me what he's done to you
Stand up little girl
A broken heart can't be that bad
When it's through, it's through!
Fate will twist the both of you
So come on baby come on over..."


Escrevo pequenino para doer menos.
Esta semana, um ano.
Que parecem dez. Parece uma outra vida.
A que ficou pra trás, fechada dentro de um potinho.

que voe por todo o mar...

Me disseram:
- "Some logo! Não aguento mais você aqui!"

Mas eu entendi do que se trata e foi uma das coisas mais bonitas (e nobres, admiravelmente nobres) que já ouvi.

One headlight

So long ago, I don't remember when

That's when they say I lost my only friend

Well they said she died easy of a broken heart disease

As I listened through the cemetery trees

I seen the sun comin' up at the funeral at dawn

The long broken arm of human law

Now it always seemed such a waste

She always had a pretty face

So I wondered how she hung around this place

Hey, come on try a little

Nothing is forever

There's got to be something better than

In the middle

But me and Cinderella

We put it all together

We can drive it home

With one headlight

She said it's cold

It feels like Independence Day

And I can't break away from this parade

But there's got to be an opening

Somewhere here in front of me

Through this maze of ugliness and greed

And I seen the sun up ahead

At the county line bridge

Sayin' all there's good and nothingness is dead

We'll run until she's out of breath

She ran until there's nothin' left

She hit the end-it's just her window ledge

Hey, come on try a little

Nothing is forever

There's got to be something better than

In the middle

But me and Cinderella

We put it all together

We can drive it home

With one headlight

Well this place is old

It feels just like a beat up truck

I turn the engine, but the engine doesn't turn

Well it smells of cheap wine and cigarettes

This place is always such a mess

Sometimes I think I'd like to watch it burn

I'm so alone, and I feel just like somebody else

Man, I ain't changed, but I know I ain't the same

But somewhere here in between the city walls of dyin' dreams

I think her death it must be killin' me

SMS

Em um dia de ivnerno (não um dia qualquer, um dia importante) você acorda e uma simples mensagem de texto arruina o seu dia, vira o seu mundo de cabeça para baixo, estraga a sua "vida".
E tudo o que fica em sua lembrança é... o insignificante "porque" empregado de forma incorreta.
"Ei, porque sumiu?"
Por muito tempo pensei: "idiota, este poque é por que!"
Hoje eu sei, que estava correto, aquele porque não era por que.
Não era pergunta, era resposta!