Temptations

I'm Ella. I like apples and I don't always give in to temptations.

This day

P.S- She coudn't wait another day for the captain of her heart.

Tenderly

The evening breeze caressed the trees tenderly
The trembling trees embraced the breeze tenderly
Then you and I came wandering by
And lost in a sigh were we
The shore was kissed by sea and mist tenderly
I can't forget how two hearts met breathlessly
Your arms opened wide and closed me inside
You took my lips, you took my love so tenderly

Listening : http://youtu.be/ISnrLn4LnZs

Come what may

It all revolves around you
And there's no mountain too high
No river too wide
Sing out this song and I'll be there by your side
Storm clouds may gather
And stars may collide
But I love you until the end of time

P.S- Must be good looking undressed.

She runs runs runs

When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so fucking special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here

I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice when I'm not around
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell I'm doing here?
I don't belong here

She's running out the door
She's running out
She runs runs runs

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong here



It leaves no doubt

The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.  

 Henry Miller

You are my every thought.

Na sombra cúmplice do quarto,
Ao contacto das minhas mãos lentas
A substância da tua carne
Era a mesma que a do silêncio.
Do silêncio musical, cheio
De sentido místico e grave,
Ferindo a alma de um enleio
Mortalmente agudo e suave.
Ah, tão suave e tão agudo!
Parecia que a morte vinha…
Era o silêncio que diz tudo
O que a intuição mal advinha.
É o silêncio da tua carne.
da tua carne de âmbar, nua,
Quase a espiritualizar-se
Na aspiração de mais ternura.

Manuel Bandeira