Quinta-feira, Dezembro 20, 2007

killing moon (Echo and the Bunnymen) by Nouvelle Vague||||||




Under blue moon I saw you
So soon you'll take me
Up in your arms, too late to beg you
Or cancel it, though I know it must be
The killing time
Unwillingly mine

Fate
Up against your will
Through the thick and thin
He will wait until
You give yourself to him

In starlit nights I saw you
So cruelly you kissed me
Your lips a magic world
Your sky all hung with jewels
The killing moon
Will come too soon


Temptation





Oh, you've got green eyes
Oh, you've got blue eyes
Oh, you've got grey eyes
And I've never seen anyone quite like you before
No, I've never met anyone quite like you before

Heaven, a gateway, a hope
Just like a feeling I need, it's no joke
And though it hurts me to see you this way
Betrayed by words, I'd never heard, too hard to say
Up, down, turn around
Please don't let me hit the ground
Tonight I think I'll walk alone
I'll find my soul as I go home

Each way I turn, I know I'll always try
To break this circle that's been placed around me
From time to time, I find I've lost some need
That was urgent to myself, I do believe
Oh, you've got green eyes
Oh, you've got blue eyes
Oh, you've got grey eyes
And I've never seen anyone quite like you before
No, I've never met anyone quite like you before
Bolts from above hurt the people down below
People in this world, we have no place to go
Oh, it's the last time
Oh, I've never met anyone quite like you before
Oh no, I've never met anyone quite like you before

Sábado, Dezembro 08, 2007

Sem orgulho

A sombra esquálida

Desse que já foi homem

Completo o circo

A besta e o mestre

Monta-se o número

Derrama palavras

Nasaladas e com cheiro

Surdas de vinho

Suado o pão

De quem o come da tua mão

Cansada e sem termo

Adiada saudação

Faz bons dias que te não digo tempo

Porque não tenho tempo

E quando os há; aproveitá-los!!!

Sexta-feira, Dezembro 07, 2007

"Existence well what does it matter?
I exist on the best terms I can.
The past is now part of my future,
The present is well out of hand."

"Now that I've realised how it's all gone wrong,
Gotta find some therapy, this treatment takes too long.
Deep in the heart of where sympathy held sway,
Gotta find my destiny, before it gets too late."


" Someone take these dreams away,
That point me to another day,
A duel of personalities,
That stretch all true realities."

Segunda-feira, Dezembro 03, 2007