domingo, 8 de agosto de 2010

Aritmética?

Onde foram parar os últimos cigarros? E os últimos anos?
Não sabia mais se tinha 15, 21 ou 32 anos tamanhos eram a sua imaturidade e o peso de tudo que já tinha vivido.
Se ainda ontem ela tinha 15, por que amanhã não poderia ter 32? O número no RG não diz nada. Não importa. Não tem nexo.
Já havia evidenciado que, às vezes, uma diferença de 2 anos é mais significativa do que uma de 8!
Deveriam medir as idades por quanto se sofreu na vida. Claro que haveriam crianças com 97 anos e velhos com 3, mas mesmo assim. Números, números, números.
Quem se importa com a porra dos números? Por que???
Talvez cada pessoa do mundo devesse ter UM número. E fim. E esse seria o único número que te importa. Fique à vontade, escolha um (apenas um) que te agrade. 
E as pessoas especiais provavelmente seriam números primos...

(junho/2010)

terça-feira, 29 de junho de 2010

As coisas estão mais claras agora, apesar da tontura que ainda gira em volta de mim, e da falta de ar volta entre os cigarros. A fumaça se dissipa aos poucos, mas não deixo, logo respiro e ponho palavras para fora. mentalmente, pois não se deve gritar a uma hora dessas.
Ela samba entre mim e a janela, pensando em pular ou abraçar-me. Eu não sei se deixo - tanto um quanto outro.
Torço para que ela decida sozinha, mas eu sei que não vai.
E sei que se ela pular, parte de mim - talvez uma aorta, talvez uma veia entupida - vai junto. Mas sei que se ela me abraçar, outra parte de mim acabará fugindo - e esta parte é difícil de resgatar, pois para fugir ela se reduzirá, e se um dia voltar, voltará maior...
Os olhos disseram coisas que as palavras não conseguem. Os quatro sabem verbalizar muito melhor do que as palavras desorganizadas que se embaralham à minha frente, todas falando ao mesmo tempo, com a mesma clareza e incomodo que gera uma mesa com 18 mulheres inseguras falando de outras mulheres e dos homens da mesa ao lado.
O problema é que promessas são palavras, e palavras...nada mais são do que palavras

(Fevereiro/2010)

quinta-feira, 18 de fevereiro de 2010

The Cure and the Sickness Medley

  Sunlight opened up my eyes, to see for the first time. And tonight rivers will run dry, and not for the first time. Don't fight for the wrong side, say what you feel like. You'll go backwards but then you'll go forwards again. I hear you choking on your words again, the secret's in your throat... And I really wish you'd say What you're thinking. I awake to see that no one is free. We're all fugitives, look at the way we live... Down here, I cannot sleep from fear. I said, which way do I turn? I forget everything I learn.
  The clock is running down on me there's no way I can win. I'd take another chance and I need you like a heart needs a beat. How do you do it? You're my heroine. Sedation changes to panic and nausea and breath starts to shorten and heartbeats pass softer. My stomach can not take it... I've been killing time, you've been crossing lines and my lips are sealed. I'll let you freeze to death, I won't let you see the flames, I'll start again, I'll never look back... Part of me is gone, you've taken. You taught my heart a sense I never knew I had. How do you feel? (you don't wanna hear it) I bet you don't feel anything! Maybe you just have to keep searching for something better than perfect, which you know will never exist. It's nothing new...
  But I'm afraid...I knew this all along, everyone knew from the start this would come back to haunt me. And every time you ran away, I knew you still had memories. Did you mean all those things you said? Even when you said you’d never change... How I envy you, though pity your ghost. Ignorance is bliss, but a human hurt can last a lifetime (you're proof). I'm not here to judge you, nothing is this simple. But I can see it in your eyes You're broken down; your hands are tied. I can feel it in my side and I know you cannot hide. It broke my heart.
  It felt so good to see you, I've never been one to put my trust in. When did I become so weak, or have I always been? I can't put all this back in place, this gaping hole in my chest is filled with deceit. I fear that all my cries fell upon deaf ears. Don't cut me down just yet, I'll make things right again... Don't close your blinds on me. I will never recover from this, I will never believe in this again. And I can never go back to the way I used to be before we started. I'll stay out here all night, it doesn't even matter, as long as I can see, into your room and feel like I'm inside your life, I'll follow you forever.
  They won't understand they'll never see the way you medicate my head. You're all I have in a world that judges long before it sees. Pass the point and then you'll break me, I won't be fine you're all mistaken. Trading in my youth, for broken wings, as i slowly watch you walk away; Will you stay, will you walk away? Steal my heart... and hold my tongue I feel my time has come. Let me in... unlock the door. I never felt this way before. I don't know which way I'm going, I don't know which way I've come. Hold my head inside your hands. I need someone who understands, I need someone who hears.
  Your heavy heart is made of stone, and it's so hard to see clearly. You don't have to be on your own. Don't you let it drag you down 'cause if you ever feel on neglected If you think that all is lost, I'll be counting up my demons, Hoping everything's not lost. I hear you laugh, I heard you sing... I wouldn't change a single thing. For you I'd wait... And i'm not gonna take it back. I'm not gonna say I don't mean that. You're the target that i'm aiming at. I love you.
  Just because I'm losing, doesn't mean I'm lost, doesn't mean I'll stop, doesn't mean I'm across. Sometimes even right is wrong. I could feel it go down, You left the sweetest taste in my mouth. I wonder what it's all about. Everything I know is wrong, everything I do it just comes undone, and everything is torn apart. So what? The hardest part was letting go not taking part. You really broke my heart. And I tried to sing but I couldn't think of anything.
  I feel fine, I'm OK, I've seen the lighter side of life, I'm alright, I feel good... And this could be my last chance, this may be my only chance, no more keeping my feet on the ground. But night turns to day and I still have these questions, you just won't break. Should I go forwards or backwards? Night turns to day and I've still got no answers... Come on in I've got to tell you what a state I'm in. I've got to tell you in my loudest tones that I started looking for a warning sign. I started looking for excuses. When the truth is I miss you and I'm tired. 'Cause every step I take, I stay in the same place. I can't begin to start again why can't I just be perfect?  I hope we can find a way, of seeing it all, Love, I hope we can meet... I hope I can find a way, of letting you see that I'm so easy to please. I feel safe, I feel warm when you're here. And I do no wrong, I'm cured, when I'm by your side. I'm alright.
  How often people change? No two remain the same. Why things don't always turn out as you planned? And what becomes of me? How little things can slip out of your hand? When I'm too in love to let it go, But if I never try, I'll never know, what I'm worth. I was scared, tired and underprepared. But I waited for it. Will you help me to understand? ’Cause I been caught in between all you wish for and all you need.  And maybe you’re not even sure what it’s for anymore than me. But if I am wrong, then I’m sorry. Don’t let me stand in our way. As my head just aches, when I think of the things that I shouldn’t have done. But life is for living, and I don’t wanna live it alone.
  Did you ever feel the pain in the morning rain as it soaks it to the bone? Maybe I don't really want to know how your garden grows, I just want to fly... Maybe I just want to breath, maybe I just don't believe, maybe you're the same as me: we see things they'll never see. Maybe I will never be all the things that I thought I'd be.  But now is not the time to cry, now's the time to find out why. What if there was no lie? Nothing wrong, nothing right... What if there was no time? And no reason or rhyme.
  But I promise you this: I'll always look out for you.  That's what I'll do. My heart is yours, It's you that I hold on to. I'll be waiting in the line, Just to see if you care. Did you want me to change? Well I've changed for good...You could take a picture of something you see. In the future where will I be? Tell me your secrets, And ask me your questions, let's go back to the start. It's such a shame for us to part, nobody said it was easy, but no one ever said it would be this hard. Just take me back to the start. I was just guessing at numbers and figures, pulling your puzzles apart. Questions of science, science and progress do not speak as loud as my heart. And tell me you love me, come back and haunt me... What if you should decide that you don't want me there by your side? That you don't want me there in your life? What if I got it wrong? And no poem or song could put right what I got wrong? Or make you feel I belong? I'm trying my best, But I'm so tired of this loneliness.


sábado, 7 de novembro de 2009

merda. é isso que você é.
nada. É para que você serve.
inútil. É como deveria ser seu primeiro nome.
raiva. é o que você sente por si mesma.

domingo, 27 de setembro de 2009

quebra-cabeças

uma advogada, dois médicos, uns engenheiros, dois artistas plásticos, alguns biólogos, um físico, um economista, uns administradores, uns letristas, dois ou três jornalistas, alguns publicitários, um psicólogo, uma mãe, uns 'cientistas' da computação, matemáticos, fisioterapeutas, designers, mais publicitários, mais advogados, alguns cineastas, atores, arquitetos, historiadores, pesquisadores, consultores, chefs, médicos de novo, engenheiros novamente, desenhistas, pintores, cantores, artistas, terapeutas, ouvintes, amigos, namora(n)dos, amantes, confidentes, maridos, mulheres, meninas e meninos, crianças, desquitados, roomates, grupo de estudos ...

E eu, onde encaixo?

quinta-feira, 24 de setembro de 2009

Strawberry swing

Não dá pra negar que o clipe é lindo...
Strawberry swing - Coldplay

domingo, 20 de setembro de 2009

É que parece que ser eu mesma é muito pouco, mas não quero e nem consigo ser nenhuma delas.