Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Identidade
Uma fenda não serve para nada, só tem tendência a tornar-se maior, a abrir completamente. Não pode ser ignorada, tem de ser suturada, tem de desaparecer. A sério. Fecha a fenda por favor. Sutura-me. Mas por favor não me deixes assim.
Monday, January 22, 2007
Dig - Incubus
We all have a weakness
But some of ours are easier to identify.
Look me in the eye
And ask for forgiveness;
We'll make a pact to never speak that word again
Yes you are my friend.
We all have something that digs at us,
At least we dig each other
So when weakness turns my ego up
I know you'll count on the me from yesterday
If I turn into another
Dig me up from under what is covering
The better part of me
Sing this song
Remind me that we'll always have each other
When everything else is gone.
We all have a sickness
That cleverly attaches and multiplies
No matter how hard we try.
We all have someone that digs at us,
At least we dig each other
So when sickness turns my ego up
I know you'll act as a clever medicine.
If I turn into another
Dig me up from under what is covering
The better part of me.
Sing this song!
Remind me that we'll always have each other
When everything else is gone.
Oh each other....
When everything else is gone.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Thursday, January 11, 2007
É.
Eu não consigo deixar. Passe um mês, um ano, dois. Não consigo. Tu nunca te vais completamente embora.