Sunday, June 10, 2012

Foi sem querer, claro.
Mas ao acaso, quase com uma pitada de ironia, disse-me que minha mente é "fraca".
Fiquei um tanto triste... Mas não sei dizer o porque ao certo.




No mesmo dia, mais tarde, um diálogo me alegra :

Chapeleiro Maluco : "Será que eu enlouqueci?"

Alice : Temo que sim. Você está completamente maluco.
Mas vou te contar um segredo... Todas as melhores pessoas são assim.





" ... as coisas vão mudar tão rápido ..." 


E tudo o que um dia foi, já não será mais.
E você terá que se reinventar todos os dias para sobreviver.
E você terá que distrair o coração,
Prender o choro na garganta,
Pelos fantasmas que se acumulam com os anos...


Monday, June 04, 2012

Eu quis te beijar.

Eu quis mais.

Eu parei.

Há algo fora do lugar.




Somedays I want love and somedays I don't
Sometimes I can feel it, and suddenly it's gone
Sometimes I can tell you the truth and I just don't.

Only a change of mood, sun goes down
Someone says something too quick or too soon
A touch not made, one made too late
Armies of words cannot hope to contain

That it comes and it goes ...
And I have no control ...

Somedays I can think clear and somedays I won't
Sometimes I can feel it, and suddenly it's gone
Somedays I'm strong
And somedays my skin's broken and thin

It arrives when it feels and it takes what it needs
And it leaves before I get to know
It's only a step away
Moments that armies of words cannot hope to contain

Then it comes and it goes ...
And I can't make it home
And there's nothing at home
And it breaks me when it goes

Somedays I want love and somedays I don't

Sometimes I can feel it, and suddenly it's gone
Sometimes I can tell you the truth and I just don't.

Only a change of mood, dream comes out
Someone tells something too quick or too soon
A move not made, one made too late
Armies of words cannot hope to contain

That it comes and it goes ...
And I can't seem to hope
And there's nothing at home
And it breaks me when it goes

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HCLVYcvlux0&feature=related


Tudo bem, se eu não argumentar?

É cansaço, nem é tristeza.