segunda-feira, 31 de maio de 2010

sentei e parei em cima das muralhas de um castelo




Sozinha, e sentada...vazio.
Quantas vezes te sentaste num sitio com tanta gente e te sentiste como se não passasses de um prego pregado no chão? aquele prego que está mesmo ali, e que tantas pessoas tropeçam e pedem desculpa, sem saber exactamente o que é uma "desculpa"? e depois passam olham e desprezam..
realmente a vida deles não é fácil, e julgo que a minha ainda é pior (mas quem é que não acha que a sua vida é a pior do que a dos outros?).
enfim...
o que é certo é que algo não está muito bem.. a relva já não é assim tão verde, nem o céu é assim tão azul.. tanta coisa mudou..ou fui eu mesma que mudei mais?
a password não coincide, nada bate certo, nem mesmo eu acho que estou no sitio certo..
é difícil ter a perfeita noção de quase tudo.. abstrair-me? Não, acho que já deixou de funcionar a abstracção..
soluções procuram-se.

domingo, 23 de maio de 2010

"Think of me, think of me fondly,

When we've said goodbye.

Remember me once in a while

-Please promise me you'll try.

When you find that, once

Again, you long to take your heart back and be free

-If you ever find a moment

Spare a thought for me ...

We never said our love was evergreen,

Or as unchanging as the sea

-But if you can still remember,

Stop and think of me ...

Think of all the things

We've shared and seen -

Don't think about the things

which might have been . . .

Think of me, think of me waking silent and resigned

Imagine me, trying too hard to put you from my mind

Recall those days, look back on all those times

Thinks of the things, we'll never do

There will never be a day, when i won't think of you

(...)

Flowers fade, the fruits the summer fade, they have your seasons so do we

but please promise me,

that sometimesyou will think of me."

quarta-feira, 19 de maio de 2010

rain

I'm alone
can't wait until
I feel your rain
so unreal
can't find another place of your rain
I believe
I still believe in your warm rain
I'm alone
can't sleep until
I feel your rain
How can I find
Love, Faith and Trust inside of your rain
so unreal, can't find another place of your rain
I believe
I still believe in your warm rain
so untrue
help me to find through your warm rain
I send out my wishes
you gave me promises
why don't you feel the same
(I'm sad, I feel like a little child,somebody left, there is no rain)
Oh no, I'm waiting
how about your rain?
I can't believe
I still believe in your rain
like in heaven
I can't wait until I feel your rain
so where's your life
who's living the rest of your life
I can't, I can't,I can't live this life, I can't live this life
I can't see in your eyes
can't change it, no more tries
leave everyone with a smile
and you're sad, you feel like a little child
somebody's left there is no rain
I send out my wishes ...

terça-feira, 11 de maio de 2010

Girl with one eye

She told me not to step on the cracks
I told her not to fuss and relax
Well, her pretty little face stopped me in my tracks
But now she sleeps with one eye open
That's the price she paid
I took a knife and cut out her eye
I took it home and watched it wither and die
Well, she's lucky that I didn't slip her a smile
That's why she sleeps with one eye open
That's the price she paid
I said, hey, girl with one eye
Get your filthy fingers out of my pie
I said, hey, girl with one eye
I'll cut your little heart out cause you made me cry
I slipped my hand under her skirt
I said don't worry, it's not gonna hurt
Oh, my reputation's kinda clouded with dirt
That's why you sleep with one eye open
That's the price you paid
I said, hey, girl with one eye
Get your filthy fingers out of my pie
I said, hey, girl with one eye
I'll cut your little heart out cause you made me cry
You made me cry
You made me cry
You made me cry
I said, hey, girl with one eye
Get your filthy fingers out of my pie
I said, hey, girl with one eye
Get your filthy fingers out my pie
I said, hey, girl with one eye
Get your filthy fingers out of my pie
I said, hey, girl with one eye
I'll cut your little heart out cause you made me cry

sábado, 1 de maio de 2010

sou eu?

afinal de contas, o que vivo?!
sou mesmo eu?!
viro, rodo, caio, quando é altura de me levantar?
é sonho?
hmm?
é o quê afinal?
estou enrolada em alumínio, está quente cá dentro, porque o sol voltou ...não há sombras, onde me posso esconder?
ao longe só consigo ouvir um eco..
i i i i i i i i
quem é?
não sei, já se foi!