Minha mente inquieta. Centenas de musicas perfeitas ao alcance dos meus dedos. Cabem todas na palma da minha mao.Procuro o remedio pra minha inquietude, o calmante sonoro que fara parar a agitacao em mim.Mas a musica perfeita nesse momento nao existe, e eu troco de uma pra outra, tentando achar o canto em que vou me encaixar hoje.14/nov/2013 You told meYour blue rose would never dieThen you fought for justiceYou made them cryTheir laughter stopped at the same timeYour voice shut their mouths upDont stop fighting,Yeah, dont stop shootingBlue Rose will never let you downYoull always have something to rely on, soNever stop shooting,The noise is very loud,But, no, you cant stop killingYes, yes, you can be out of your mind,But dont stop the shooting,Dont stop the killingDont fear the darkness embracing your heartGo ahead and kill,Kill all of them.Dont give them a second chance,Cause they didnt give you so.Dont be merciful, theyll never deserveShow all your anger,Show them your hatred,Show your never-ending violence.The noise is too loud,But dont stop fighting,Yeah, dont stop shootingPut bullets into their bodiesSpill their blood on the groundBring suffering to thoseWho made you suffer before.Can you hear the screaming?You made them scream, Nero.Can you hear the shooting?Nero, the shots come from your gun!Can you see the blood?You spilt it, Nero, you spilt the blood!You made the demons fall.Dont dare to deny it.Look at your left hand, young man.Do you see the smoke rising from the gun?Its coming from your Blue Rose.Now the devils wont torment you anymore. Jornada?Mas essa vida e toda...quebrada.Era pra ser estrada continua, reta e plana.Monotona? Nao.So... conveniente.Sem paradas, sem caronas.E solitaria.Prefiro a minha assim:nula e apagada.Nao quero deixar marcas por aqui,em ninguem.Nao levo,pra que nao me acusem de roubonem deixo,pra que nao me acusem de esquecimento.Apenas observo. Yeah, I know, I'm posting totally non-sense rubbish again, as I usually do.But this is something I found out yesterday, instead of discovering-where-the-lyrics-for-Kaya's-song-Chocolat-are, which was originally my main quest. Well, I gave up on finding those lyrics when I found this poem(?) and thought it was worthy to open this blog's 2010 activities.Is it? Now, you tell me.It doesn't have a date.But it's probably from somewhen around September 2009.I hate the title, but I didn't come up with any other.Here it goes.Not on purposeKiss meYour lips taste like honeyKiss meYour lips taste like wineYour lips taste like cherryLike strawberryLike salty bloodLike sweet loveKiss meLike you never did beforeYou're everything I've always been eager forKiss me foreverYou taste like a whisperLike a breathLike a fresh windA love sigh, a love songYou're a pleasant sight... Lembro de um menino,amigo meu no ensino medio,que gostava de bala 7Belo. ...Tudo o que ele dizia tinha cheiro de framboesa.---Uma daquelas ideias que a gente nao pode deixar escapar antes de dormir.Sintam-se livres pra achar bonito ou feio.Baseado em fatos reais enfeitadinhos (ou nao), haha.Foto feita por mim. Pra chuva, o toldo da padaria.Pra vontade, um doce. Dois.Pro frio, meu agasalho.Pro silencio, aquela musicaque chamamos "nossa",o som da chuva.Pra solidao, tu. E so tu.Porque nada mais importa tanto.Mesmo que nao digas nada.Teremos