Monday, May 28, 2007

A procura do que não tenho
Cega-me de todas as coisas que estão na minha mão.

Temo continuar cego...

Friday, May 25, 2007

Running up that hill

"If I only could, I'd be running up that hill.

If I only could,

I'd be running up that hill."


It doesn't hurt me.

Do you want to feel how it feels?

Do you want to know that it doesn't hurt me?

Do you want to hear about the deal that I'm making?

You, it's you and me.


And if I only could,

I'd make a deal with God,

And I'd get him to swap our places,

Be running up that road,

Be running up that hill,

Be running up that building.


If I only could, oh...


You don't want to hurt me,

But see how deep the bullet lies.

Unaware I'm tearing you asunder.

Ooh, there is thunder in our hearts.

Is there so much hate for the ones we love?

Tell me, we both matter, don't we?


You, it's you and me.


It's you and me won't be unhappy.


And if I only could,

I'd make a deal with God,

And I'd get him to swap our places,

Be running up that road,

Be running up that hill,

Be running up that building,

Say, if I only could, oh...


You,

It's you and me,

It's you and me won't be unhappy.


"C'mon, baby, c'mon darling,

Let me steal this moment from you now.

C'mon, angel, c'mon, c'mon, darling,

Let's exchange the experience, oh..."


And if I only could,

I'd make a deal with God,

And I'd get him to swap our places,

Be running up that road,

Be running up that hill,

With no problems.


And if I only could,

I'd make a deal with God,

And I'd get him to swap our places,

Be running up that road,

Be running up that hill,

With no problems.


And if I only could,

I'd make a deal with God,

And I'd get him to swap our places,

Be running up that road,

Be running up that hill,

With no problems.


If I only could

Be running up that hill

With no problems...


"If I only could, I'd be running up that hill. If I only could, I'd be running up that hill."


Kate Bush - Running up that Hill


Tuesday, May 22, 2007

"Apresso-me a rir de tudo,com medo de ser obrigado a chorar"
Beaumarchais (e não só)

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

I am crushed with the weight of myself.

I was a giant, an idol, a perfect being.
Could do no wrong, could not be stopped.
Heading all the way to the top.

Crushed with ambition and a hunger for more!

I still hunger...
From under the weight of me I escape perfection
And search for who I am.

Dead Man, Dead Souls

Can't find the feelings to feel what I do,
Can't find the words to make it true...

Dead man, dead man, dead soul...

Follow through with lies and hide in sob,
Blame yourself, there is nobody else.

See the souls circleing you
See their shadow.

That was you, that was you
That one too!

Dead souls of the things you swore to be,
Dead man walking
Decayed from the pleasure I seek.

Dead man,
Feel no pain.
Dead soul,
Feel no shame...

Indifference.

I am not here, this isn't me
I am gone.

This shell right here, right now...
I am not here,
I am gone.