
quinta-feira, 24 de novembro de 2011
quarta-feira, 23 de novembro de 2011
i'm so sorry dear
i can't control myself
the curtains shaking and so are you and i
i am waiting for
for a time when i can
picture this as
as it should be
always
before our great fall
before we fall
before our great fall
before we fall
i'm so nervous dear
i can't believe myself
i can't believe what comes after you and i
guns of inference
there's so much in this world
i can't care anymore about him or you and i
before our great fall
before we fall
before our great fall
before we fall
quinta-feira, 21 de julho de 2011
désert
je n'ai plus envie de vivre.
il n'y a rien à faire
quarta-feira, 18 de maio de 2011
domingo, 27 de março de 2011
dive

words fail me all the time
i don't even feel like talking
still i go on and on
i'm dying here and you keep walking
why are you asking me this?
can't you see i'm trying?
i don't like it like this
no i think i'm dying
i can't calm down at all
panic is what panic feels like
can't we just stay silent?
speaking now seems far too violent
why are you asking me this?
can't you see i'm trying?
i don't like it like this
no i think i'm dying
segunda-feira, 16 de agosto de 2010
história
to passando mal de novo...
o bom é que quando tava vindo pra casa hoje vi dois homens que tão trabalhando numa obra aqui perto de casa, um desamarrando o macacão do otro. daí est daí gritou: "caralho, tu deu foi um nó cego aí seu merda!" e o otro: "eu não di!", daí ele respondeu: "mas o das costas é cego".