tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6961934436543993442024-02-07T03:28:43.031-03:00o baile do voltarUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger243125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696193443654399344.post-84466497030898015492020-11-20T15:41:00.003-03:002020-11-20T16:02:30.776-03:00secret.<p>so glad and proud to have been part of 'secret cinema' as an actress, when i was there. this lads, they didn't come into the world just for a walk. definitely.</p><p><a href="https://fb.watch/1TNPEqsXhS/">LOST</a> (blowing mind video)<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxJsQNEh2RY7ozK899Nn26J9Dlb-5yP7PiLdBOU-o9_HK3c0_Yu3dCDHJ52RC3WZm_kCHgMLA7MTmFaO6bVsCEGDacNTVwB_WiZuoolOb4-8xjOd9RdBl0M1Ug_IDHepyTaq7difgAH013/s2048/%25283%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxJsQNEh2RY7ozK899Nn26J9Dlb-5yP7PiLdBOU-o9_HK3c0_Yu3dCDHJ52RC3WZm_kCHgMLA7MTmFaO6bVsCEGDacNTVwB_WiZuoolOb4-8xjOd9RdBl0M1Ug_IDHepyTaq7difgAH013/w640-h360/%25283%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696193443654399344.post-34248123953725437272020-03-27T11:43:00.002-03:002020-03-27T11:43:19.806-03:00mid night london.i miss you<br />
sweetheart.<br />
by the way<br />
with all my vandal<br />
heart<br />
miss your smell<br />
in the rain<br />
miss your cold trees<br />
i miss the way you<br />
are in the east side<br />
north as well<br />
well, i miss your<br />
whole body.<br />
the river, the fish<br />
and the chips.<br />
i miss your hidden<br />
punks. and gigs.<br />
and tells.<br />
i miss you, london.<br />
like we miss a heaven's hell.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696193443654399344.post-56025846047850186852020-03-25T12:03:00.002-03:002020-03-25T12:03:16.795-03:00i feel you.vou te contar uma história, irmão<br />
aqui dentro é como uma prisão<br />
ninguém desconfia<br />
ninguém ameaça<br />
as coisas são como são.<br />
na calada da noite<br />
pátio vazio<br />
dormimos dopadas<br />
sem vidas<br />
drogas hipócritas,<br />
cigarro e bebida.<br />
tá tudo bem, irmão<br />
família pode vir 1 dia sim,<br />
10, não.<br />
somos fortes<br />
não deixamos nada nos distrair<br />
no meio do caos<br />
encontro algum equilíbrio<br />
que me faz sorrir<br />
você já parou hoje para pensar no que te faz SENTIR?<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696193443654399344.post-81863967277026180332019-02-18T19:41:00.000-03:002019-02-18T19:44:06.336-03:00just these lyrics for today.<br />
you behind the wheel.<br />
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o que sinto agora...<br />
não existem palavras.<br />
é um não-lugar. não-palavras.<br />
não-sentimentos. não-empatia.<br />
quem reina é a dama de copas.<br />
o ás de reis.<br />
pobres cartas de baralho.<br />
não sabem que sem o bobo da corte,<br />
o coringa,<br />
nada existe.<br />
nada.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696193443654399344.post-58688778645989100422018-12-08T22:39:00.001-02:002020-11-12T09:27:45.580-03:00the misfit girl.we will open a free bar.<br />
oh, really?<br />
isso é ótimo como cavalos lancinantes correndo<br />
pelo céu de noite escura<br />
ela não se encaixa em qualquer modelo, quadro, moldura<br />
conceito, moda, tipinhos, nada.<br />
na<br />
da.<br />
a não ser em cavalos lancinantes correndo<br />
pelo céu da noite escura<br />
queria que você visse:<br />
olhos brilhando e pupilas dilatadas<br />
cuidado, hein!<br />
pode deixar. já estive em piores<br />
we will open a free bar.<br />
thank you, mate.<br />
thanks a lot.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696193443654399344.post-20499758084293028332018-09-24T18:12:00.002-03:002018-09-24T18:13:34.808-03:00ação.com ele, o tempo tem um outro tempo<br />
manhã, tarde e noite estão meio borradas umas nas outras<br />
os dias não são contados por números, mas por acontecimentos<br />
isso te faz perder um pouco a noção da época do ano em que você está<br />
e de que hoje é segunda ou sábado<br />
e isso é bom. eu gostava disso. eu gosto.<br />
em tempos atuais, isso me faz bem. me afasta da 'vida normal'.<br />
com ele, nada é normal. tudo se faz por - nem mais, nem menos - AÇÃO.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696193443654399344.post-56583716547686218542018-08-20T14:04:00.000-03:002018-08-20T14:04:03.032-03:00relief.i live<br />
leave<br />
relief.<br />
rely on me.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696193443654399344.post-6234070005728348282016-11-04T16:18:00.003-02:002022-12-01T14:08:30.595-03:00limítrofe.tenho tomado 2, 3 calma-dores por dia.<br />
antigamente vinicius, allen ginsberg,<br />
cazuza, kerouac, keith richards, dean moriarty,<br />
elis, sid vicious, martin amis, ian curtis,<br />
iggy pop, de niro, felinni, clara nunes, cartola,<br />
rimbaud, basquiat... enfim, todo povo do babado<br />
que voava mais alto que avião indo pra europa, antigamente esse povo tomava coisas<br />
pra excitar, alucinar, acelerar, ranger os dentes. tinha muita coisa pra ser violada, acontecendo,<br />coisas pra se fazer, se rebelar.<br />
tenho a sensação de que o mundo girava mais devagar<br />
calmo.<br />
logo, eles, os artistas e misfits em geral<br />
precisavam contrapor com muita loucura, a mil, rapidez,<br />
para criar suas santas obras-primas.<br />
cazuza, até quando tava 'down em mim',<br />
era tesudo, excitante.<br />
hoje não quero ver o que tem lá fora.<br />
lixo. escuro. podridão<br />
não tenho muitos amigos fiéis<br />
percebi que só tive um homem que me amou de verdade na vida<br />
quando passo sombra com glitter<br />
é quando mais sei que não me amo<br />
e não amo nada que vejo lá(fora).<br />
3, 4 calma(dores)<br />
porque hoje em dia<br />
pelo menos pra mim<br />
é melhor não ver.<br />
olha, vê. saramago, neruda, che guevara<br />
mundo girando devagar<br />
olha, vê!<br />não, não, não - escuta o que eu tô dizendo:<br />
não olha.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696193443654399344.post-47551055966315524642015-10-01T21:41:00.000-03:002015-10-01T21:41:31.856-03:00deslize até dormir.quando a noite cai<br />
ela gosta do chão molhado<br />
de temporal que passou pela tarde<br />
das folhas secas anunciando inverno<br />
quando a noite cai<br />
o frio que passa por sua boca<br />
a deixa mais deslizante do que nunca<br />
desliza boca<br />
desliza corpo<br />
desliza copos<br />
deslize, meu amor, deslize<br />
vá pelo vento<br />
vá pelos sorrisos que saem sem querer<br />
estenda seus dedos e vá pelo que está mais gelado<br />
pelo dedo-de-moça-de-anjo<br />
quando a noite cai<br />
ela se transforma em cabaré,<br />
em taças de vinho,<br />
em batom escuro.<br />
quando a noite cai,<br />
deslize, meu amor, deslize<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696193443654399344.post-26725365124544468482014-08-05T15:40:00.000-03:002014-08-05T15:40:22.696-03:00cama elástica.tenho tido um interesse vertiginoso pelas coisas e pessoas.<br />
com a mesma violência que chego, quero ir embora.<br />
nada completa, nada satisfaz, nada me prende, nada me comove da maneira que deveria.<br />
tenho entrado e saído de lugares, pessoas, copos, corpos, mentes, bocas, momentos, caminhos, com o mesmo impulso de uma mola.<br />
ou de uma droga.<br />
quando penso em ir, já voltei, fui embora.<br />
buscando outro<br />
o outro<br />
a outra<br />
lá<br />
ali<br />
aqui<br />
pra lá<br />
do lado<br />
tão longe<br />
tão perto<br />
procuro, procuro, procuro.<br />
acho que amo,<br />
não amo mais<br />
o que quase é, na verdade, nunca foi.<br />
tenho mergulhado de cabeça,<br />
limpado o sangue<br />
e procurado outro lugar para saltar.<br />
chutado latinhas e reclamado que ainda não sangrei o suficiente.<br />
tenho vivido uma vida bem estranha.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696193443654399344.post-19512515217753645362014-08-04T16:18:00.003-03:002014-08-04T16:29:22.673-03:00buraco do minhocão. uma noite qualquer de 2014.Ele entrou na minha vida como um acidente de carro.<br />
Desses que depois de dois dias você ainda se pergunta que caralho acabou de acontecer. <br />
Só percebi que seus olhos eram verdes e sua alma desgarrada depois de algumas horas. <br />
Depois de gritarmos nas paredes da cidade o quanto tudo não faz o menor sentido. <br />
Mais, eu. Menos, ele. <br />
Comigo, frases descontroladas e revolta. Com ele, desenhos de flores, sol e mulheres nuas. <br />
Fizemos um pacto, sem palavras, de viver como se fossemos morrer. Beber, rir, dormir, brigar, falar, transar, odiar, amar, des(d)enhar, xingar, comer, abraçar. <br />
Enterramos um Sabiá na praça com tristeza. Fizemos sexo descontroladamente embaixo do chuveiro com tesão. <br />
Tiramos cartas de baralho no porão de uma festa, pixamos juntos a parede descascada. <br />
Ele me roubou um beijo e me olhou como se tivesse acabado de beber kriptonita e perder todas as forças de de um super-homem. <br />
Dormimos no tapete de nuvens. <br />
Lemos poemas bêbados e malditos. <br />
Pulamos muros, voamos casas, invadimos a natureza. <br />
Trocamos de boné. <br />
Trocamos de alma. <br />
Atravessamos avenidas da madrugada com carros descontrolados só para sentir se realmente conseguiríamos atravessar. <br />
Ele puxa meu limite em um grau muito maior do que meu limite, que já é muito, muito, muito... <br />
Desconfigurado. <br />
Ele tem uma loucura linda e perigosa. Absolutamente uma cópia de mim, aquele outro ‘mim’. Aquele, sabe? Aquele que não mostro para quase ninguém. <br />
Por que não? <br />
Quem disse que não? <br />
Vivemos em cima disso. Gozamos por isso. <br />
Lembrei das perguntas, tentando me decidfrar. Das mentiras, tentando me acalmar. <br />
Vivemos como se fossemos morrer. <br />
Mais, eu. Menos, ele. Eu acho. <br />
Ele é pai e filho. Bom e mau. Egoísta e generoso. <br />
A incoerência viva. Tão perdido, tão certo do que quer, tão doído, tão real, tão forte e tão, mas tão fraco. Tão fantasioso, tão mil pessoas e lugares e ideias e sonhos e armadilhas. Tão amor, brilho nos olhos, carinho na mão. <br />
Tão esperto. Tão ingênuo.<br />
Fizemos um pacto, sem palavras, de viver como se fossemos morrer. <br />
Um acidente de carro sem vítimas. Em que vai sobrar apenas uma foto velha e amarelada, em uma estrada de praia, com a gente no capô do carro, sorrindo pra câmera e segurando um pneu em cada mão. Um-em-cada-mão. <br />
Foi um belo acidente.<br />
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pic. joão baptista lagoUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696193443654399344.post-69076964722508929952014-05-05T13:08:00.002-03:002014-05-05T13:09:51.267-03:00i eat your hate like love. my dear kathleen,<br />
you've made a masterpiece.<br />
love,<br />
debs.<br />
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<br />
feels blind.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: DroidSansRegular, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;">All the doves that fly past my eyes,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: DroidSansRegular, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;">Have a stickiness to their wings</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: DroidSansRegular, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;">In the doorway of my demise I stand</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: DroidSansRegular, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;">Encased in the whisper you taught me</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: DroidSansRegular, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;">How does it feel?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: DroidSansRegular, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;">It feels blind</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: DroidSansRegular, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;">How does it feel?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: DroidSansRegular, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;">Well, it feels fucking blind</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: DroidSansRegular, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;">What have you taught me? Nothing</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: DroidSansRegular, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;">Look at what you have taught me</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: DroidSansRegular, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;">You're world has taught me nothing</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: DroidSansRegular, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;">If you were blind and there was no braille</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: DroidSansRegular, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;">There are no boundaries on what I can feel</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: DroidSansRegular, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;">If you could see but we're always taught</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: DroidSansRegular, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;">What you saw wasn't fucking real yeah</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: DroidSansRegular, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;">How does that feel?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: DroidSansRegular, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;">It feels blind</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: DroidSansRegular, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;">How does that feel?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: DroidSansRegular, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;">Well it feels fucking blind</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: DroidSansRegular, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;">What have you taught me? Nothing</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: DroidSansRegular, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;">Look at what you've taught me</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: DroidSansRegular, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;">You're world has taught me nothing</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: DroidSansRegular, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;">As a woman I was taught to always be hungry</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: DroidSansRegular, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;">Women are well acquainted with thirst</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: DroidSansRegular, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;">Well, I could eat just about anything</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: DroidSansRegular, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;">We'd even eat your hate up like love</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: DroidSansRegular, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;">I eat your hate like love (x7)</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: DroidSansRegular, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;">I'd eat your fucking face all the time</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: DroidSansRegular, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;">How does that feel?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: DroidSansRegular, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;">It feels blind</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: DroidSansRegular, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;">How does that feel?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: DroidSansRegular, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;">Well it feels fucking blind</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: DroidSansRegular, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;">What have you taught me? Nothing</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: DroidSansRegular, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;">Look at what you've taught me</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: DroidSansRegular, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.768190383911133px;">You're world has taught me nothing</span><br />
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navalha, inverno<br />
época em que faz amor em arranha-céus<br />
com fog de frio cobrindo seu céu-da-boca<br />
car<br />
nu<br />
da<br />
nua<br />
inverno dos seu sonhos e pesadelos mais ousados<br />
crua<br />
chão de estrelas<br />
alma embargada de vinho<br />
veneno<br />
paixãofriodedoer<br />
gemer<br />
inverno que sente a noite explodindo em desejos<br />
erros<br />
tesão do que não sabe ver, conhecer<br />
imponderável<br />
inverno de lilith<br />
ah, essa safada<br />
amada<br />
pura<br />
imaculada<br />
não ouse tampar meu inverno de lilith<br />
quando corro entre escadas de caracol,<br />
respiro lua<br />
e me derramo em suspiros<br />
e gozo.<br />
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lilith's winter.<br />
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razor, winter<br />
season that make love on skyscrapers<br />
with cold fog covering the roof of her mouth<br />
fleshy<br />
naked<br />
winter of her most audacious dreams and nightmares<br />
raw<br />
star's floor<br />
a soul blocked with wine<br />
poison<br />
passioncoldpain<br />
moan<br />
winter that feels the night exploding in desire<br />
mistakes<br />
horny for something that don't how to see, meet<br />
imponderable<br />
lilith's winter<br />
oh, this naughty girl<br />
beloved<br />
pure<br />
immaculate<br />
don't you dare to shadow my lilith's winter<br />
when i run through spiral staircases<br />
i breath moon<br />
pour myself in sighs<br />
and enjoyment.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696193443654399344.post-2827571422461297432014-01-29T13:57:00.001-02:002014-01-29T13:57:49.951-02:00touch.i'm learning everyday<br />
how to be good<br />
or bad<br />
an angel or a whore<br />
how to understand and be patient<br />
how to think the same way you are thinking<br />
how to see which type of heart it is<br />
how can i touch it<br />
how can i talk to it<br />
i'm learning everyday rather i need to be just ME<br />
or something that you're projecting IN me<br />
a character or a human being<br />
how to be sweet or salt<br />
soft or angry<br />
if i got to talk properly or scream bad words to the leafs<br />
i'm learning everyday how to walk on a glass road<br />
without break it<br />
or be so gentle that the glass turns against me<br />
and cut my hand<br />
my soul<br />
who i am.<br />
i'm learning everyday that,<br />
in the end,<br />
i need to be a lot of questions without answers,<br />
more than anything.<br />
even if i don't understand you heart<br />
i don't touch it<br />
i don't talk to it<br />
even if i need to be good and bad<br />
an angel and a whore<br />
in the end<br />
that's me.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696193443654399344.post-86738175952578694742014-01-25T03:00:00.002-02:002014-01-25T03:02:11.666-02:00the silver lining.she wants the silver lining of a cold afternoon<br />
in front of the window she draws like an angel<br />
playing with fire and watter<br />
she wants the childish way of walk, talk, look<br />
she turns off the light and the cooker<br />
she turns on her body and soul<br />
she wants the silver lining of a life<br />
already had lived<br />
she looks at the night and thinks about blow on the bird<br />
eugenia, the red and selfish bird<br />
she thinks about gentle fingers<br />
and how the human being is unfortunate in his own road<br />
how we take the ride, smile to the floor, to the flowers, to the dust<br />
and fall into a deep mistake of ideas, pre ideias, pre the present.<br />
do not pre the present,<br />
please.<br />
it's here<br />
now<br />
forever<br />
and it's the best thing that you<br />
ever<br />
gonna<br />
live.<br />
do not pre the present.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696193443654399344.post-48770452517775049942014-01-12T01:26:00.001-02:002014-01-12T01:26:18.814-02:00london-broadway.this corner<br />
the perfect me<br />
with all my flaws<br />
the green, the cold, the leafs<br />
this corner<br />
when i was smiling<br />
was the most beautiful place in the<br />
whole.<br />
universe.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696193443654399344.post-39853514441593417992014-01-09T02:34:00.001-02:002014-01-09T02:34:12.091-02:00veins.my veins were burning so hard<br />
that i could hardly tell you<br />
how many times i've been in hell<br />
and came back to tell the story<br />
through my eyes<br />
through the way that i move<br />
the way that i look<br />
how many times i've talked to myself<br />
to explain that peace and love were the same thing<br />
my veins were exploding in a way<br />
that i had to leave you<br />
with the feeling that<br />
when i look<br />
i burn out.<br />
when i move<br />
i melt down.<br />
how many times i've been in hell<br />
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when i move.</div>
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when i move.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696193443654399344.post-60092799228652586522013-11-30T21:46:00.000-02:002013-12-15T18:44:50.240-02:00icelove.i would rather be mute in all over my skin<br />
if i couldn't notice the sharp wind and bright lights<br />
on that night<br />
walking through that street, smelling ice everywhere<br />
a broken glass here<br />
a broken soul there<br />
avoiding human contact<br />
just shoes, hands and a beating heart looking for<br />
nothing.<br />
the freezing was so strong that my smile smashed some faces<br />
i could swear that for one minute<br />
passing my hands through the walls<br />
i felt the bowels of the night<br />
the bodies in movement<br />
fearless<br />
desperados<br />
my heels have just broken down.<br />
i don't stop.<br />
i break the second one and keep walking<br />
among the night veins.<br />
i would rather be mute in all over my skin<br />
if i couldn't notice the night, the sound and the feeling.<br />
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for a brief moment she looked at the blue, the green and the music<br />
and felt ALIVE.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696193443654399344.post-84997826282665016022013-10-14T20:59:00.001-03:002013-10-14T20:59:27.860-03:00that there,this isn't me.<br />
i'm not even here.<br />
this piece of what can't be.<br />
that's not me.<br />
let's keep loosing glances.<br />
cause something doesn't fit.<br />
maybe the air that i breath.<br />
i run to catch the water<br />
and the fireball comes to me.<br />
something in that other gal'<br />
something doesn't fit.<br />
that there.<br />
that's not me.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696193443654399344.post-83143619779919879932013-10-06T20:05:00.000-03:002013-10-06T20:05:01.754-03:00claps of thunder.you see me through these magic glasses<br />
where i'm a pretty little girl<br />
with claps of thunder inside the heart<br />
a piece of lilith's dress<br />
with fire in the eyes<br />
you see me like a miracle<br />
angel and devil at the same time<br />
you see me through these magic glasses<br />
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I do.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696193443654399344.post-10508607955754864622013-09-25T00:53:00.001-03:002013-11-08T16:47:27.324-02:00the mona lisa effect.it's so fucking ridiculous. so depressing.<br />
all that people looking and wanting and desiring and thinking about<br />
mona lisa.<br />
mona lisa is a bitch. a fucking moron bitch.<br />
is your projection into something.<br />
mona lisa is everything that you couldn't achieve.<br />
is your coward heart and mind.<br />
one day someone looked at this piece of bread and cheese and decided<br />
that it would be gold. power.<br />
and all you losers and insecure and sad, sad, oh, sad people...<br />
why? why so fucked up? why so souless... oh, why.<br />
mona lisa smile, please, fuck me. take me by the hand and fuck me until the end.<br />
because i'm not gonna look at you. not even once.<br />
you're nothing, mona lisa smile.<br />
all that people looking and wanting and desiring and thinking about.<br />
mona lisa, you boring girl.<br />
go order your group.<br />
go. go. go.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696193443654399344.post-2028530814086623312013-09-15T00:43:00.002-03:002013-11-24T23:47:47.083-02:00the little punk actor croupier. he could be the most cliché person that i've ever met.<br />
but he's just so honest with himself, so present with his own soul<br />
that a cliché is just an excuse to not admit that he is true.<br />
so true that hurts.<br />
so true that lie to him is lie to myself.<br />
he is what he is and that's enough.<br />
enough. enough. enough.<br />
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enough.<br />
he likes to pretend that he's mad, angry and bad.<br />
a wild heart misgoverned in the road.<br />
but he's just a boy, trying to understand this mess which we call life.<br />
live.<br />
love.<br />
like.<br />
lack.<br />
he tries so hard to suck the essence of his bones, that he lives his life in the most<br />
deepest<br />
crazy<br />
good<br />
and<br />
joyful way.<br />
he's a clown inside a world that clowns are wise.<br />
that crazy people are like a punch of truth in your stomach.<br />
his name is in his eyes.<br />
his thoughts are in his sweat.<br />
his believes are in his attitudes.<br />
you don't need to ask him,<br />
bother him<br />
sell nothing to him.<br />
just feel the soul.<br />
it's so much more simple.<br />
feel him.<br />
feel him.<br />
feel him.<br />
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now breath.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696193443654399344.post-12377159593928986962013-09-09T19:13:00.001-03:002013-09-09T19:13:00.861-03:00ride.ride with no respect to borders<br />
with no fear under the skin<br />
ride like a wild horse<br />
prepared to the unknown<br />
ride like a soft soul<br />
waiting nothing<br />
wanting no one<br />
ride like a cloud<br />
transforming itself<br />
as the wind changes<br />
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i've always seen drawings on the clouds.<br />
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