PLEASE LET ME INCREASE LIFELOVE AND MORALITY NOW......
.?.! :#
PERFECT BLOG OF GHOSTS
AND RAIN DOGS!
don't be affraid
brainstorm
WHAT'S THE BIG PROBLEM WITH
COLOSSALITY?!
quinta-feira, 7 de maio de 2009
this post will decrease this blog's aesthetics and contaminate previous post's contents, but, depression is still necessary in life cicles/circles
so i expose it... like this: synopsis of a succeeded yet failed love story.
my mistakes have enlightened me to a better self
your mistakes we're luxurious and selfish, destroyers
my mistake was to make you think freedom was a light burden to carry
your mistake was to juggle your freedom
our mistake was to get involved
our mistake was to get separated
if you haven't got a clean conscience,
i'll be happy to know
it means you're still conscious
i hate to know you don't know a thing
i hate to know why, because
i do
hate to still love you
(after what you've done to me, and after you've gone)
my mistakes have enlightened me to a better self
your mistakes we're luxurious and selfish, destroyers
my mistake was to make you think freedom was a light burden to carry
your mistake was to juggle your freedom
our mistake was to get involved
our mistake was to get separated
if you haven't got a clean conscience,
i'll be happy to know
it means you're still conscious
i hate to know you don't know a thing
i hate to know why, because
i do
hate to still love you
(after what you've done to me, and after you've gone)
segunda-feira, 4 de maio de 2009
Romance ao Martírio
Mariazinha, deita os olhos para o mar
Pela tardinha, quando a noite espreitar
E no verde das águas sem fundo
Já se perde da esperança do mundo, a afundar, a afundar
Mariazinha, deita os olhos para o mar
Tão pequenina, sem saber que pensar
Vê a roda do mundo girando
E os navios ao longe passando, sem parar, sem parar
Mariazinha, deita os olhos para o mar
Tão quietinha, a chorar, a chorar
Uma fonte de sangue no peito
Uma sombra na boca e um trejeito no olhar, sem parar
Mariazinha, deita os olhos para o mar
Tão caladinha, a chamar, a chamar
Vai para o fundo da noite fria
Numa barca de rendas, vazia, a afundar, sem parar
Mariazinha, com rendas de algas tapada
Tão quietinha
No fundo do mar pousada
Pela tardinha, quando a noite espreitar
E no verde das águas sem fundo
Já se perde da esperança do mundo, a afundar, a afundar
Mariazinha, deita os olhos para o mar
Tão pequenina, sem saber que pensar
Vê a roda do mundo girando
E os navios ao longe passando, sem parar, sem parar
Mariazinha, deita os olhos para o mar
Tão quietinha, a chorar, a chorar
Uma fonte de sangue no peito
Uma sombra na boca e um trejeito no olhar, sem parar
Mariazinha, deita os olhos para o mar
Tão caladinha, a chamar, a chamar
Vai para o fundo da noite fria
Numa barca de rendas, vazia, a afundar, sem parar
Mariazinha, com rendas de algas tapada
Tão quietinha
No fundo do mar pousada
josé mário branco (mariazinha)
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