Teria uma vez... acordada a ver os pontos finais

parte de mim foge um pouco daquilo que eu esperava ontem.
Cresci entretanto, deixei-me lograr pelos teus passos cada vez mais distantes. Essa distância que me faz parecer Inverno ventoso e triste. Acomodada entre versos demasiado ilogísticos e sem coerência para terem uma razão. Sei eu o que me agarra todos os dias presente ao sol ou à chuva. Não posso fechar os olhos depressa demais, porque o meu custo de hoje, pesa para os que ainda nao acordaram dentro de uma frase a chorar. Já te ouviste a falar? e eu sou aquela que tanto demora a ver e que depressa já sabe o que vai acontecer.
É assim... uma vida com reticências.

"Closer" by Kings of Leon

Stranded in this spooky town
Stoplights are swaying and the phone lines are down
This floor is crackling cold
She took my heart, I think she took my soul
With the moon I run
Far from the carnage of the fiery sun

Driven by the strangled vein
Showing no mercy I do it again
Open up your eye
You keep on crying, baby
I’ll bleed you dry
The skies are blinking at me
I see a storm bubbling up from the sea

And it's coming closer
And it's coming closer

You, shimmy shook my bone
Leaving me stranded all in love on my own
What do you think of me
Where am I now? Baby where do I sleep
Feel so good but I'm old,
2000 years of chasing taking its toll

bum bump bump the sound of the heart...

existe um trovão dentro de um espaço que, entregar-te-á chamas e cinzas. Porque tu és assim: diferente, ousado, calado, rebelde, outbound and indbound.

Scars... someone with a search

BY ELEGEION

Every time i see,
My eyes,
In my reflection...
I can't help but be dissapointed,
At who i am...

And everytime i feel,
My skin,
Breaking on metal...
It helps me be quiet,
And quiet's where i need to be...

Scars on my skin...
Scars on my heart...
Scars on my soul...
Reminding me of myself...

Scars on my skin...
Scars on my heart...
Scars on my soul...
Reminding me of myself...

And if i let you in,
You'll tear me apart...

Every time i feel alone,
And left forgotten,
I have to believe in something...
Like angels,
To breathe...

And every time i see,
My pain,
Beating in rythym...
I need to be silenced,
In silence where i hide my fear...

Scars on my skin...
Scars on my heart...
Scars on my soul...
Reminding me of myself...

Scars on my skin...
Scars on my heart...
Scars on my soul...
Reminding me of myself...

And if i let you in,
You'll tear me apart...

So just hold me,
Wrap me in your arms,
Don't let me fall again...
Teach me,
So i don't have to learn anything more from you...

Isn't my pain good enough for faith,
In you?
Isn't my pain good enough for faith,
In you?

So just hold me,
Wrap me in your arms,
Don't let me fall again...
Teach me,
So i don't have to learn anything more from you...

Isn't my pain good enough for faith,
In you?
Isn't my pain good enough for faith,
In you?

Pirates live for their fights... destiny is something else other than just freedom.