sexta-feira, 16 de julho de 2010

(Pre) Sentimento

Sinto um frio anormal. A janela está fechada, mas o frio não pára de entrar e tenho medo. Sozinha tenho medo.

Falta pouco. sinto que falta muito pouco. Não há mais razão para ter de me esconder atrás de algo que não sou, para não sofrer por algo que amo. Antes sofrer e ser eu mesma, que sofrer por não o ser. Acho que falta pouco para por essa decisão em prática. Sozinha, mas com todo o mundo! De coração partido, mas de braços abertos e sorriso na cara. Pouco me lembro de ser assim, mas lembro me de gostar...

quinta-feira, 8 de julho de 2010

Life

For me, the plan was simple: running away from here, with you on my back. For now, finishing university was a priority, and then we could live together, or maybe marry. Marry you, just your, only you. Thinking about how we are going to solve all those problems that life brings to everyone, thinking of doing everything with you. Starting a new life! With you! It would be the beginning of your lives. Our beginning! With everything that belong to us. The same old friends that advised us so many times. The ones who heard our problems. The ones who tried hard to help us being together now. I would look at you, and think every single time about how mum made me suffer, and how she treated you. I would do every thing for you. Each single day, I would come back home to kiss you and to hug you. To make you happier each single day. But you chose not to be happy. Youve chosen the hard way to be with me. Youve chosen to hurt yourself, making me suffer either. You chose the path you thought were easier, but it wasn’t. It will cut your wrists with no faith. It will bring us down with no mercy. It will postpone our life together forever. But I think that was my karma. To understand how people are different, and that I shouldn’t try to change them. I shouldn’t try to change you, just because I love you, and I want to be with you every single day of forever. That’s the way things are. Maybe next year your path take you to another person, to another life. But I want everybody to know that I don’t want it for you. I want you for me. Promise me to change. Promise me to think about what’s really important. Promise me that you will fight every day for us, such as I did. And such as I’m going to do until the day I die.


Peço desculpa por o inglês não ser perfeito, mas está um pouco cheio de ferrugem. As saudades obrigaram-me a tira-lo de onde o tinha guardado, e a encontra-lo neste estado.

quinta-feira, 1 de julho de 2010

Blah Blah Blah

Coming out your mouth with your blah blah blah
Just zip your lips like a padlock
And meet me at the back with the jack at the jukebox
I don't really care where you live at
Just turn around boy and let me hit that
Don't be a little bitch with your chit chat
Just show me where your dick's at

Music's up
Listen hot stuff
I'm in love
With this song
So just hush
Baby shut up
Heard enough

Stop ta-ta-talking that
Blah blah blah
Think you'll be getting this
Nah nah nah
Not in the back of my
Car-ar-ar
If you keep talking that
Blah blah blah blah blah

Boy come on get my rocks off
Come put a little love in my glove box
I wanna dance with no pants on (Holla!)
Meet me in the back with the jack at the jukebox
So cut to the chase kid
'Cause I know you don't care what my middle name is
I wanna be naked
And your wasted

Music's up
Listen hot stuff
I'm in love
With this song
So just hush
Baby shut up
Heard enough

Stop ta-ta-talking that
Blah blah blah
Think you'll be getting this
Nah nah nah
Not in the back of my
Car-ar-ar
If you keep talking that
Blah blah blah blah blah

You be there laying
You always saying some shit
You say I'm playing
I'm never laying the dick
I'm saying blah blah blah
'Cause I don't care who you are
In this bar
It only matters who I am

Stop ta-ta-talking that
Blah blah blah
Think you'll be getting this
Nah nah nah
Not in the back of my
Car-ar-ar
If you keep talking that
Blah blah blah blah blah

Lembrei-me. Porque em vez de estar a fazer trabalho, ando a ouvir musica e a associar pessoas a músicas! Ai! Férias precisam-se! Part-time precisa-se! Precisa-se de alguém que dance no meu quarto, alguém que cante, alguém que sorria, alguém avacalhe! Talvez hoje seja o dia! Ouvi dizer que há Karaoke por ai...


P.S. -> Estou bastante orgulhosa de um GRANDE Amigo!