quinta-feira, 27 de outubro de 2011

Confess



"Não sei quantas almas tenho. Cada momento mudei."

Fernando Pessoa

P.S- Baby, baby where did our love go ?

Touch me baby tainted love

 

Sometimes
I feel I've got to run away
I've got to get away
From the pain
You drove into the heart of me
The love we share
Seems to go nowhere
I think I've lost my light
For I toss and turn
I can't sleep at night

Once I ran to you (I ran)
Now I run from you
This tainted love you've given
Give you all a girl could give you
Take my tears
And that's not nearly all

P.S- You came into my heart
So tenderly
With a burning love
That stings like a bee
And now that I surrender
So helplessly
You Now Wanna Leave
Ooh, you want to leave me...

terça-feira, 18 de outubro de 2011

Well, you don't know me



You give your hand to me
Then you say hello
I can hardly speak
My heart is beating so
And anyone can tell
You think you know me well
But you don't know me

No, you don't know the one
Who dreams of you at night
And longs to kiss your lips
And longs to hold you tight
Oh I'm just a friend
That's all I've ever been
'Cause you don't know me

I never knew
The art of making love
Though my heart aches
With love for you
Afraid and shy
I've let my chance to go by
The chance that you might
Love me, too

You give your hand to me
And then you say good-bye
I watch you walk away
Beside the lucky guy
You'll never never know
The one who loves you so
Well, you don't know me

You give your hand to me, baby
Then you say good-bye
I watch you walk away
Beside the lucky guy
No, no, you'll never ever know
The one who loves you so
Well, you don't know me

quarta-feira, 12 de outubro de 2011

What can make me feel this way ?



What need I be so forward with him
that calls not on me?

(Que precisão tenho eu de ir ao encontro
de quem ainda não se lembrou de vir ter comigo?)


Shakespeare


domingo, 9 de outubro de 2011

Ever Green



O Outono é a Primavera do Inverno



Toulouse Lautrec

So you take off without warning nothing to say,I guess



Just this thought I've had all morning wanting to talk and then,

Let my heart in on the story
then I'd get lost again.

As we turn and walk away,
to our lives as usual,
With our pockets full of something that was beautiful

A love that just fell through.

quinta-feira, 6 de outubro de 2011

All the words I don't say



Eu quero nós. Mais nós. Grudados. Enrolados. Amarrados. Jogados no tapete da sala. Nós que não atam nem desatam. Eu quero pouco e quero mais. Quero você. Quero eu. Quero domingos de manhã. Quero cama desarrumada, lençol, café e travesseiro. Quero seu beijo. Quero seu cheiro. Quero aquele olhar que não cansa, o desejo que escorre pela boca e o minuto no segundo seguinte: nada é muito quando é demais.”

 Caio F.

There is no reason not to follow your heart



“. . . almost everything – all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure – these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.”

Steve Jobs

quarta-feira, 5 de outubro de 2011

Eyes Wide Shut


 
A strong song tows
us, long earsick.
Blind, we follow
rain slant, spray flick
to fields we do not know.

[ Blunting]





segunda-feira, 3 de outubro de 2011

Good morning texts



They’re just so nice to receive. Just the thought of someone thinking about you when they wake up, or waiting for you to wake up and talk to them is nice. It’s cute to know that someone wanted you to sleep well or wake up. It’s just a good feeling to, in a way, be looked over. It’s a nice feeling to know you’re in someone’s thoughts.

domingo, 2 de outubro de 2011

I always hope that you remember




When the time is running out and you're left alone
All I want is you to know that
It's strong still
Can't pull us apart


P.S- I'm locked in it , too

Summertime



Summertime and the livin’ is easy
Fish are jumpin’ and the cotton is high
Oh your daddy’s rich and your ma is good lookin’
So hush little baby, don’t you cry
One of these mornings
You’re goin’ to rise up singing
Then you’ll spread your wings
And you’ll take the sky
But till that morning
There’s a nothin’ can harm you
With daddy and mammy standin’ by


P.S- Do something awesome every day. Anything....