domingo, outubro 30, 2005

Because of You 

I will not make
The same mistakes that you did
I will not let myself
Cause my heart so much misery
I will not break
The way you did, you fell so hard
I’ve learned the hard way
To never let it get that far

Because of you
I never stray too far from the sidewalk
Because of you
I learned to play on the safe side so I don’t get hurt
Because of you
I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around me
Because of you I am afraid

I lose my way
And it’s not too long before you point it out
I cannot cry
Because I know that’s weakness in your eyes
I’m forced to fake
A smile, a laugh, every day of my life
My heart can’t possibly break
When it wasn’t even whole to start with

I watched you die
I heard you cry every night in your sleep
I was so young
You should have known better than to lean on me
You never thought of anyone else
You just saw your pain
And now I cry in the middle of the night
For the same damn thing

Because of you
Because of you
Because of you I am afraid

Because of you I never stray too far from the sidewalk
Because of you I learned to play on the safe side so I don’t get hurt

Because of you I try my hardest just to forget everything
Because of you
I don’t know how to let anyone else in
Because of you
I’m ashamed of my life because it’s empty
Because of you I am afraid

Kelly Clarkson


segunda-feira, outubro 17, 2005


Queria k entendessem k eu nao 'tou a fim de vos aturar, c/ as vossas merdinhas, e porcarias k nem ao sairem da boca valem nada.
Queria k entendesses k nao 'tou a fim de ouvir as tuas reclamacoes, blah blah blah blah blah...ai por favor!
Certa coisa funcionam assim: Cresce e aparece, e se nao gostares entao, paciencia.
Queria k entendessem k as vossas vozes tornaram-se, barulho, um zum-zum nos meus ouvidos...k perca de tempo, por favor fiquem calados.
Fica sabendo k apesar de seres maior e vacinada, precisas de uma boa dose e crescimento


sábado, outubro 15, 2005


Eu acho k a maior parte da nossa vida e uma simples ilusao. A percentagem restante, sobra-nos pras infedilidades das pessoas k passam por nos. Aquelas k marcam o movimento dos nossos passos. Aquelas k nos guiam na nossa jornada. Aquelas k imprimem os seus seres em nos. Aquelas k de quais jamais esqueceremos, ate mesmo se tentarmos.
Acho k a maior parte da nossa vida nao passa a ser mais k uma ilusao, sonhos k tentamos por em pratica e tentar realizar. How blind do we bcm...por vezes fico surpreendida...how is it that we fall in love?


domingo, outubro 09, 2005

Ola Bebe 

Queria ter a oportunidade de diariamente passar os meus dedos entre os teus cabelos, tal como fiz hoje.
Gostaria k reconhecesses o k significa fidelidade...Queria k o fosses
Gostaria de beijar-te ao despedir-me de ti, sem pudor, sem preocupacao nenhuma pois saberia k os teus labios pertenceriam-me a mim
Queria k nao fosse somente um jogo, um passatempo fora da tua realidade, mas e...
Queria nao cair nas minhas proprias brincadeiras, mas gostaria k o te acontecesse a ti...


quinta-feira, outubro 06, 2005

Eu? Nunca...Juro-te 

You know what? I am the fool, but only I don't have wise words and riddles.
I can't dress these words in white and garnish them w/ beauty b/c there isn't anything appealing abt them.
It's disheartening to see society, and that society, of course, the people not having anything left in them but greed, disloyalty, dishonesty...
I am such a fool, so gullible to everyones' garnished truths

I am so deeply disappointed---w/ myself


segunda-feira, outubro 03, 2005

Sex without Love 

I'm glad I went back to my literature books for research. I had truly forgotten how great this poem is...to me, each word inhales and exhales...

"How do they do it, the ones who make love
without love? Beautiful as dancers,
gliding over each other like ice-skaters
over the ice, fingers hooked
inside each other's bodies, faces
red as steak, wine, wet as the
children at birth whose mothers are going to
give them away. How do they come to the
come to the come to the God come to the
still waters, and not love
the one who came there with them, light
rising slowly as steam off their joined
skin? These are the true religious,
the purists, the pros, the ones who will not
aceept a false Messiah, love the
priest instead of the God. They do not
mistake the lover for their own pleasure,
they are like great runners: they know they are alone
with the road surface, the cold, the wind,
the fit of their shoes, their over-all cardio-
vascular health--just factors, like the partner
in the bed, and not the truth, which is the
single body alone in the universe
against its own best time."

Sharon Olds


domingo, outubro 02, 2005

Good Enough 

She sat across from me and confessed how she had fallen for him. Her eyes, fallen to the apple martini in front of her, her fingers playing around the glass..."It sucks, u know?" And all I could do was nod in agreement, b/c indeed, it does suck.
She sat there, and occasionally looked up and forced a smile my way, trying to convince me she was ok, and this wasn't affecting her, b/c all along she knew nothing would happen. She shook her head and looked twds the window, but nothing outside offered an answer or a quick escape from her thoughts.
"I miss him. I like him." She twirled the almost empty glass and gave me another smile. I didn't know what to tell her, but I do know he's no good for her, so I told her. I don't think it's something one wants to hear, but it's the truth.
I wonder why our hearts play these tricks on us, when all we want is to have less worries, but end up w/ baskets full of preocupations, pointless cares. I wish he'd be good for her, b/c then I'd be able to tell her that it all worked out--but I don't think that'll ever happen, unfortunately.
I wish he'd be good for her, I really do.


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