the truth about life

"You see that pack of virginia killing sticks at the end of the piano? All you need to know about life is retained within those four walls. You will notice that one of your personalities is seduced by the illusions of grandeur - the gold packet of king size with a regal insignia, an attractive implication towards grandeur and wealth, the subtle suggestion that cigarettes are indeed your royal and loyal friends, and that, Pete, is a lie. Your other personality is trying to draw your attention to the flip side of the discussion, written in boring bold black and white, it's a statement that these neat little soldiers of death are in fact trying to kill you and that, Pete, is the truth. Oh, beauty is a beguiling call to death and I'm addicted to the sweet pitch of its siren. That that starts sweet ends bitter, and that which starts bitter ends sweet. That is why you and I love the drugs and that is also why I cannot give that painting back. Now please, pass me a light."

monólogo de Johnny Quid, do filme Rocknrolla.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JfMByKyBmns&feature=related

epic

What doesn't kill me, makes me stronger.

Nietzsche

porque o meu amor é destro

Deve ser do rosto ainda estampado na memória. Rosto teu.
Deve ser do cheiro colado na almofada. Cheiro teu.
Deve ser do tique permanente que tem nas mãos. Tique teu.

a verdade dói e pode estar errada

big chair

These walls that we climb are hard to recognize
They fall when I say your name

Here we go
Fast and slow
On the big chair

But we don't know
Where we're going
On the big chair

Don't you know it's hard, quite, in a time of confusion
To tell you that I love you

You see it could have been me instead of you
It could have been me if I wanted to
But it wasn't
So we'll have to face the truth

These walls that we climb are hard to recognize
They fall when I say your name
 

champagne supernova

HOW MANY SPECIAL PEOPLE CHANGE?

HOW MANY LIVES ARE LIVING STRANGE?

WHERE WERE YOU WHILE WE WERE GETTING HIGH?

SOMEDAY YOU WILL FIND ME

CAUGHT BENEATH THE LANDSLIDE

IN A CHAMPAGNE SUPERNOVA

A CHAMPAGNE SUPERNOVA IN THE SKY

quero cantar isto, vezes sem conta, baixinho, só para as minhas paredes. quero confidenciar os dois primeiros versos aos meus botões sempre que me for deitar.

perfume

"He still had enough perfume left to enslave the whole world if he so chose. He could walk to Versailles and have the king kiss his feet. He could write the pope a perfumed letter and reveal himself as the new Messiah. He could do all this, and more, if he wanted to. He possessed a power stronger than the power of money, or terror, or death - the invincible power to command the love of man kind. There was only one thing the perfume could not do. It could not turn him into a person who could love and be loved like everyone else. So, to hell with it he thought. To hell with the world. With the perfume. With himself."

life in a bottle

life in a bottle
it feels so comforting
seems like that's my destiny
fake what you want
selective memory
wrap me up, and set me free

meet my friend
held tightly in my hand
forgeting what I meant to say

THE WEIGHT OF THE WORLD

Keep a light on those you love
They will be there when you die

Every little piece in your life
Will it mean something to someone?

Lift the weight of the world
From my shoulders again
 
LOVE REPLACES FEAR

your heart is as black as night - Melody Gardot

your eyes may be whole
but the story I'm told
is that your heart is as black as night

your lips may be sweet
such that I can't compete
but your heart is as black as night

I don't know why you came along
at such a perfect time
but if I let you hang around
I'm bound to lose my mind
'cause your hands may be strong
but the feeling's all wrong
your heart is as black a night

às segundas-feiras tenho problemas

autocarro atrasado 10 minutos
autocarro que se incendeia perto dos Biscaínhos
aula de cultura inglesa de duas horas
esquecimento da carteira em casa
dores de barriga