Friday, September 22, 2006

sem pedir licença

Eu sei desculpa,
não é intenção minha
ou tão pouco, hábito meu, pedir licença
ou a consciência do espaços que, ao passar, habito


Mas sim eu sei


Eu chego e ocupo






sem pedir licença

Thursday, September 21, 2006

let's go right now...

let's go to the beach
right now (19:47h)

lay in the sand until the moon sets in

and then...
go for a late night swim
dive, swim...
or just let the waves roll us around in the sand

and stay
until we get cold
or have something better to do





...

Trapped inside

To be alone…
To be left alone
Inside the world you told me to create
who told you, you could pretend to be here? To leave without even, ever, had been here?
How could you had ever felt you had the right?
Without telling me nothing?
What did you wanted?
Someone to love you while you waited for someone else?
Someone to take care of you while you waited for someone else?






can’t do that
won’t do that
haven’t been doing that

alredy left,
only a litlle bit of my heart still lingered with you
I don’t want it back
please discard of it in the manner you perceive fit,
that part of my heart is already dead…





that part of my heart is already dead…

Snowpatrol - chasing cars

So i was finally able to cry

does that mean that I’m alive or dead?


Is this the usual mourning?


Am I just tired?





“If I lay here, if I just lay here
would you lay with me and just forget the world?”