quinta-feira, maio 08, 2008

Dá trabalho ser Eu.

Dá trabalho ser Eu.
A verdade é que eu não sei começar, e nunca dou conta quando acaba.
A expectativa dos outros é sempre maior que nós.
Dou conta da fraqueza enquanto mulher, enquanto mulher que ama.
Dou conta do quanto dói ser as duas ao mesmo tempo.
Tinha esquecido o que é ser as duas ... mas essas sou eu.

A expectativa é o que nos consome. 
Não estar à altura de sermos quem que deviamos.
Para os outros ou para nós?!
Nem sempre gosto do que vejo.
Mas vejo sempre o que gosto.
Formei muitas carapaças que nao me serviram.
Agora sou uma carapaça que serve sempre a alguém.
Tu!

domingo, abril 13, 2008

Nouvelle Vague - In a matter of speaking - Tuxedomoon


In a manner of speaking
I don't understand
How love in silence becomes reprimand
But the way that i feel about you
Is beyond words

Para ti ...
Porque a linguagem do amor é universal e por isso também é minha

segunda-feira, março 17, 2008

Linha de chão

Sou uma linha contínua na estrada à espera de intercepções para me fragmentar em bocados e existir de outra forma que não esta. Sou uma linha continua no chão que separa policias e ladrões ou a linha contínua da cabra cega ... do um, dois, três ... Sou uma linha que desenha o caminho enquanto tem chão para pintar. Sou tão infinita quanto o acreditar que me preenche de cor. Sou amarela, branca, azul ou púrpura... só porque é bonita e sou eu. Sou uma linha desenhada a direito sem escolha de existir às curvas ou a tracejado. Sou uma linha que preenche vazios com sinais de mim e do tempo. Sou uma linha porque quis existir assim, para pisar o chão e gritar: - “Vens?”

segunda-feira, março 03, 2008

?????

Quem és tu an[ONI]mo?
Por onde andas e quem persegues?
Tenho a dizer que ando armada.
Também tenho curso de socorrismo caso te magoes.
Don't walk through the shadows ... and reveal yourself.

sábado, fevereiro 16, 2008

Camera Obscura - Tears for Affairs



Shedding tears for affairs
I’m a funny little thing
I can tell you this for nothing
Affairs don’t win
Can you handle one more dirty secret one more dirty night
Is it true what they say
Will it make us go blind

You had to drive
Look me in the eye
Whisper don’t cry

I’ll take an interest in Illustration
It should be a laugh
Your words are with me still
They whisper in the grass

Shedding tears for affairs
I’m a stupid little thing
I can tell you this for nothing
You won’t win

You had to drive
(I didn’t want to)
Look me in the eye
(I found it hard to)
Whisper don’t cry
(I had to whisper don’t cry)
So I cried

sexta-feira, fevereiro 08, 2008

Breakfast at Tiffany's

"Paul Varjak:
- You know what's wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You're chicken, you've got no guts. You're afraid to stick out your chin and say, "Okay, life's a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that's the only chance anybody's got for real happiness." You call yourself a free spirit, a "wild thing," and you're terrified somebody's gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it's not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It's wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself."

Some of us are like free birds in a cage until we love the cage builder

skinny is black back

And the Beat goes on...

domingo, janeiro 20, 2008

Patsy Cline - Crazy


Crazy
Crazy for feeling so lonely
I'm crazy
Crazy for feeling so blue
I knew
You'd love me as long as you wanted
And then someday
You'd leave me for somebody new
Worry
Why do I let myself worry
Wondrin
What in the world did I do
Crazy
For thinking that my love could hold you
I'm crazy for tryin
Crazy for cryin
And Im crazy
For lovin you


Como todos nós ... um dia fomos

segunda-feira, janeiro 14, 2008

The Moldy Peaches - Anyone Else But You



You're a part time lover and a full time friend
The monkey on you're back is the latest trend
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you
I kiss you on the brain in the shadow of a train
I kiss you all starry eyed, my body's swinging from side to side
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you
Here is the church and here is the steeple
We sure are cute for two ugly people
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But youThe pebbles forgive me, the trees forgive me
So why can't, you forgive me?
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you
I will find my nitch in your car
With my mp3 DVD rumple-packed guitar
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you
Du du du du du du dudu
Du du du du du du dudu
Du du du du du du dudu du
Up up down down left right left right B A start
Just because we use cheats doesn't mean we're not smart
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you
You are always trying to keep it real
I'm in love with how you feel
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you
We both have shiny happy fits of rage
You want more fans, I want more stage
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you
Don Quixote was a steel driving man
My name is Adam I'm your biggest fan
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else

But you
Squinched up your face and did a dance
You shook a little turd out of the bottom of your pants
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you
Du du du du du du dudu

Du du du du du du dudu
Du du du du du du dudu du

But you ...

sábado, dezembro 29, 2007

Come pick me up

When they call your name
Will you walk right up

With a smile on your face
Or will you cower in fear
In your favorite sweater
With an old love letter
I wish you would
I wish you would
Come pick me up
Take me out
Fuck me up
Steal my records
Screw all my friends
They’re all full of shit
With a smile on your face
And then do it again
I wish you would
When you’re walking downtown
Do you wish I was there
Do you wish it was me
With the windows clear and the mannequins eyes
Do they all look like mine
You know you could
I wish you would
Come pick me up
Take me out
Fuck me up
Steal my records
Screw all my friends behind my back
With a smile on your face
And then do it again
I wish you would
I wish you’d make up my bed
So I could make up my mind
Try it for sleeping instead
Maybe you’ll rest sometime
I wish I could

quinta-feira, dezembro 27, 2007

I'm impossible to forget but hard to be remembered.

segunda-feira, dezembro 24, 2007

Have Yourself a Merry Little Crazy Christmas :)

domingo, dezembro 23, 2007

Safety Bricks

Broken Social Scene presents Kevin Drew - Safety Bricks
Acho-a verdadeiramente fenomenal.




You can never really start from the start
The ending begins inside of your heart
Well the people, they love to remember your name
It's a hospital bed but it's all just the same

Why did you leave when you were returned
Your past is your future, your future will learn
The crows that fly, we'll try not to find
You do things once, you know you'll do it twice

Still I want kids with safety bricks
And a car that's quick
So we can split

Why did protection burn down your home?
The smoke was so rich that they gave you a throne
We're turning cruel hands into some rice
Three times a charm, three times you pay the price

Still I want kids with safety bricks
And a car that's quick
So we can split
I want kids with safety bricks
And a car that's quick
So we can split

The middle should live inside of your brain
I'll stop for a moment and try to refrain
I'm hoping you love just like when you were a kid
Let's hop a fence and do what we always did

Finally we are no one

Diz-lhe que não
Diz-lhe que tudo acabou
Que é sempre mais feliz
Aquele que mais amou
Chega de juras de amor
Promessas de amor eterno
Para algum tempo depois
Voltarmos ao mesmo inferno
Por vezes é mesmo assim
Não há outra solução
Dói muito dizer que sim
Dói menos dizer que não
Diz-lhe que não
Diz-lhe que chega de ouvir as frases habituais
Chamou-me a maior paixão da vida
Coisas banais
Maior ou não, pouco importa
Ser a unica isso sim
Diz-lhe que não me enganou
Enganou-se ele por mim
Diz-lhe que não
Está na hora de acabar
Mas por favor não lhe digas
Que ainda me viste chorar
Lúcia Moniz - Dizer Que Não

segunda-feira, dezembro 03, 2007

Há doenças piores que as doenças,
Há dores que não doem, nem na alma
Mas que são dolorosas mais que as outras.
Há angústias sonhadas mais reais
Que as que a vida nos traz, há sensações
Sentidas só com imaginá-las
Que são mais nossas do que a própria vida.
Há tanta coisa que, sem existir,
Existe, existe demoradamente,
E demoradamente é nossa e nós...
Por sobre o verde turvo do amplo rio
Os circunflexos brancos das gaivotas...
Por sobre a alma o adejar inútil

Do que não foi, nem pôde ser, e é tudo.
Dá-me mais vinho, porque a vida é nada.


Fernando Pessoa
Existe tanto em mim hoje, ainda que tão atrasado em ti amanhã.

sábado, dezembro 01, 2007

From madly to ... hope that everything changes

“Jack:
- I realized something so basic… so basic:…
I don’t know you!

Jack realized after two years being with me, that he didn’t know me at all, nor did I know him. And to trully love each other, we need to know the truth about each other, even if it isn't so easy to take. So I told him the truth, which was: I never cheat on him and I also told him that I met Matthew in the afternoon, did not get mad on me because nothing happened… Of course…
I confessed to Jack that the toughest thing for me was to decide to be with someone for good. The idea that this is it, this is the man I’m going to spend the rest of my life with, to decide that I will make the effort to stay and work the things out and not run of the minute there is a problem, it’s very difficult for me.
I told him I cannot be with just one man for the rest of my life. It’s was a lie but I said it anyway. He asked me if I thought that I was a scroll collecting man like nuts to putt away in cold winters. I thought it was quite funny.
But then he said something that hurt my feelings...
The tone changed drastically, then I mist understood what he was saying, I thought he meant he didn’t love me anymore, and that he wanted to break up.
It always fascinates me how people go from loving you madly to nothing at all…. nothing….
It hurts so much…
When I feel that someone is going to leave me I attendance to break up first, before I had to hear the whole thing.

Here it is…
One more, one less.
Another waste of love story. I really loved this one…
When I think that it’s over and that I will never see him like this.
Well.. oh yes, I'll bump into him, and we will meet our new boyfriend and girlfriend and act like we had never been together. Then we will slowly think of each other less and less until we forget each other completely… almost.
Always the same for me, break up, break down, drink up, fool around, meet one guy another, fuck around until you forget the one and only. Then after a few months a subtotal emptiness starts again for full love. Desperately look everywhere, and after two years of loneliness meet a new love and swear it’s the one, until that one is gone as well.

There is a moment in life when you can't recover anymore from another break up.
And even if this person, bugs you sixty percent of the time,.. well you still can't live without him. And even if he wakes you, every day by sneezing right in your face… well… you love his sneezes more than anyone else his kissing’s.”


My Words by Julie Delphy in Two days in Paris.

quarta-feira, novembro 28, 2007

Falando de amor

Se eu pudesse por um dia
Esse amor, essa alegria
Eu te juro, te daria
Se pudesse esse amor todo dia
Chega perto, vem sem medo
Chega mais meu coração
Vem ouvir este segredo
Escondido num choro canção
Se soubesses como eu gosto
Do teu cheiro, teu jeito de flor
Não negavas um beijinho
A quem anda perdido de amor
Chora flauta, chora pinho
Choro eu o teu cantor
Chora manso, bem baixinho
Nesse choro falando de amor
Quando passas, tão bonita
Nessa rua banhada de sol
Minha alma segue aflita
E eu me esqueço até do futebol
Vem depressa, vem sem medo
Foi pra ti meu coração
Que eu guardei este segredo
Escondido num choro canção
Lá no fundo do meu coração

Tom Jobim

sábado, novembro 24, 2007

"We Might As Well Be Strangers"

I don't know your face no more
Or feel your touch that I adore
I don't know your face no more
It's just a place I'm looking for
We might as well be strangers in another town
We might as well be living in a different world
We might as well
We might as well
I don't know your thoughts these days
We're strangers in an empty space
I don't understand your heart
It's easier to be apart
We might as well be strangers in another town
We might as well be living in a another time
We might as well
We might as well be strangers
Be strangers
For all I know of you now
For all I know...
U don't need to hurt me... i already hurt myself.