"- I can't do this for a while."
- I've never been able to at all.
...
Sunday, August 06, 2006
Saturday, August 05, 2006
Serais ce possible alors?
On me dit que nos vies ne valent pas grand chose,
Elles passent en un instant comme fanent les roses.
On me dit que le temps qui glisse est un salaud
Que de nos chagrins il s'en fait des manteaux
Pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit...
On me dit que le destin se moque bien de nous
Qu'il ne nous donne rien et qu'il nous promet tout
Parait qu'le bonheur est à portée de main,
Alors on tend la main et on se retrouve fou
Pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit...

Elles passent en un instant comme fanent les roses.
On me dit que le temps qui glisse est un salaud
Que de nos chagrins il s'en fait des manteaux
Pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit...
On me dit que le destin se moque bien de nous
Qu'il ne nous donne rien et qu'il nous promet tout
Parait qu'le bonheur est à portée de main,
Alors on tend la main et on se retrouve fou
Pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit...

Friday, August 04, 2006
Compensation
I should be glad of loneliness
And hours that go on broken wings,
A thirsty body, a tired heart
And the unchanging ache of things,
If I could make a single song
As lovely and as full of light,
As hushed and brief as a falling star
On a winter night.
Sara Teasdale
And hours that go on broken wings,
A thirsty body, a tired heart
And the unchanging ache of things,
If I could make a single song
As lovely and as full of light,
As hushed and brief as a falling star
On a winter night.
Sara Teasdale
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Everybody's Fool
Says: "I'm nobody's fool"
As she waits for the phone to ring
Cries hard while the call doesn't come
Even harder when it does...
I look out the window
Staring at the moon
Wondering how I ever got here,
And will it be over soon?
As she waits for the phone to ring
Cries hard while the call doesn't come
Even harder when it does...
I look out the window
Staring at the moon
Wondering how I ever got here,
And will it be over soon?
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
Dying quietly.
Os dias passam, um pior que o outro...
Até que as coisas saem do meu controle,
e eventualmente o meu disfarce já não adianta.
A vida que não vivi,
e a morte silenciando o meu choro.
Procurando por machucados,
ou mais uma desculpa para desistir de tentar.
Até que as coisas saem do meu controle,
e eventualmente o meu disfarce já não adianta.
A vida que não vivi,
e a morte silenciando o meu choro.
Procurando por machucados,
ou mais uma desculpa para desistir de tentar.
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
Rebirth
Monumental frights from deep inside,
after the rebirth.
The conquest of the small world around you,
it's very close now...
after the rebirth.
The conquest of the small world around you,
it's very close now...
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