sábado, 27 de agosto de 2011
Música do dia
All these inanimate places feel like they're changing.
The kids all lined up on the wall like they're ready to die.
These arms are sending, it's like they just rearrange them.
We were caged up like animals and questioned and ready to cry!
'cause i was just 13 when i got my first taste of danger.
I was standing by the church, i had a bottle and a pen in my hand.
Oh i said "father, i'm sorry, i just don't know what to do with this anger.
This behavior is collectible, i know this wasn't part of your plan."
But little fucks like us, we were always receiving instruction.
You could burn off clothes, you could wash out the ink and the dye
But you can't look me in the eye and say you don't feel like a little destruction.
And the kids are lined up on the wall and they're ready to die.
And the kids are lined up on the wall and they're ready to die.
All these days just seem like they're getting longer.
The view from our room is a gloomy and overcast grey.
The weakness we left behind seems to be getting stronger.
I swear there's something in the air, and i don't know what anyone could say.
'cause i saw the news this morning, there was another
Boy by the side of the road, he had a gun in his hand.
I thought "what could you say to make it ever make sense to his mother?
'oh ma'am, he was excitable, we were just trying to make him a man.'"
But the day will come when it falls like a cheap house of plastic.
And the cards we were dealt, tossed like a storm in the sky.
'cause you can only lie for so long before you get something drastic
And the kids are lined up on the wall and they're ready to die.
And the kids are lined up on the wall and they're ready to die.
sexta-feira, 19 de agosto de 2011
Verdade
Bom, bom é quando a verdade vem ao de cima sem termos de mexer uma palha para isso!!!!
Apanha... toma... vai buscar!!!!!!
Apanha... toma... vai buscar!!!!!!
quarta-feira, 13 de julho de 2011
Just Live!
Take a step back. Fucking look at yourself. You are human. You are beautiful. You are so beautiful. And you can be anything. You can be everything. Do not hate everyone because someone broke your heart, or because your parents split up, or your best friend betrayed you, your father hit you, the kid down the street called you fat, ugly, stupid, worthless. Do not concern yourself with things you cannot control. Cry when you need to, then let go when it’s time. Don’t hang onto painful memories just because you’re afraid to forget. Let go of things that are in the past. Forget things that aren’t worth remembering. Stop taking things for granted. Live for something. Live for yourself. Fall in love. Fall out of love. Fall in love. Fall out of love. Do this over and over until you what it really is to love someone. Question things. Tell people how you really feel. Sleep under the stars. Create. Imagine. Inspire. Share something wonderful. Meet new people. Make someone’s day. Follow your dreams. Live your life to it’s full potential. Just live, dammit. Let go of all of the horrible in your life and fucking live. And one day, when you’re old, look back with no regrets.
(Source: loseyourpride)
(Source: loseyourpride)
quinta-feira, 7 de julho de 2011
quarta-feira, 15 de junho de 2011
Ser ou estar?
Estou aqui, mas não estou. Estou aqui, mas não sou. Não sou eu. Não, não estou! Ou não sou! Vou sendo e sendo fui, mas não sou.
Explicação da Eternidade
devagar, o tempo transforma tudo em tempo.
o ódio transforma-se em tempo, o amor
transforma-se em tempo, a dor transforma-se
em tempo.
os assuntos que julgámos mais profundos,
mais impossíveis, mais permanentes e imutáveis,
transformam-se devagar em tempo.
por si só, o tempo não é nada.
a idade de nada é nada.
a eternidade não existe.
no entanto, a eternidade existe.
os instantes dos teus olhos parados sobre mim eram eternos.
os instantes do teu sorriso eram eternos.
os instantes do teu corpo de luz eram eternos.
foste eterna até ao fim.
José Luís Peixoto, in "A Casa, A Escuridão"
o ódio transforma-se em tempo, o amor
transforma-se em tempo, a dor transforma-se
em tempo.
os assuntos que julgámos mais profundos,
mais impossíveis, mais permanentes e imutáveis,
transformam-se devagar em tempo.
por si só, o tempo não é nada.
a idade de nada é nada.
a eternidade não existe.
no entanto, a eternidade existe.
os instantes dos teus olhos parados sobre mim eram eternos.
os instantes do teu sorriso eram eternos.
os instantes do teu corpo de luz eram eternos.
foste eterna até ao fim.
José Luís Peixoto, in "A Casa, A Escuridão"
segunda-feira, 13 de junho de 2011
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