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A Lulu quer
o que quer qualquer mulher
que o amigo a abrace bem
e a faça rir também.
February 9th, 2010
A Lulu quer
o que quer qualquer mulher
que o amigo a abrace bem
e a faça rir também.
February 6th, 2010
February 4th, 2010
January 31st, 2010
Well I fell in love
with your sailor's mouth and your wounded eyes.
January 28th, 2010
January 26th, 2010
January 24th, 2010
January 23rd, 2010
January 21st, 2010
I swear I will be good to you
I swear I will be good to you
I swear I will be
I will be.
January 20th, 2010
January 15th, 2010
What wasted unconditional love
on somebody who doesn't believe in this stuff.
January 12th, 2010
January 10th, 2010
Rather give the world away than wake up lonely
everywhere in every way I see you with me.
Photo by Bruno*
January 9th, 2010
I'll swim with you until my lungs give out
oh I can raise you from the deep
or drown with you in doubt.
January 7th, 2010
No more spotlights coming down from heaven
it's a goodbye
it's curtains down time.
January 4th, 2010
January 3rd, 2010
Sometimes i wonder
is there someone there to carry you
on they're shoulders for just a little longer.
January 1st, 2010
Boris Yellnikoff: I happen to hate New Year's celebrations. Everybody desperate to have fun. Trying to celebrate in some pathetic little way. Celebrate what? A step closer to the grave? That's why I can't say enough times, whatever love you can get and give, whatever happiness you can filch or provide, every temporary measure of grace, whatever works. And don't kid yourself. Because its by no means up to your own human ingenuity. A bigger part of your existence is luck, than you'd like to admit. Christ, you know the odds of your fathers one sperm from the billions, finding the single egg that made you? Don't think about it, you'll have a panic attack.
in Whatever Works
December 31st, 2009
December 27th, 2009
December 26th, 2009
Há coisas que não passam. Há quem diga que dentro da cabeça, eu não sei onde. Coisas que de vez em quando voltam e por isso, só por isso, se sabe que não passam. Coisas que nos agarram por detrás da nuca, frente a um espelho, sem qualquer propósito, e só nos deixam sem querermos.
Pequenos rogos, doces chamamentos, partidas muitas, asperezas, ciúmes, vícios, abraços ternos, despedidas, raivas, tédios, pequenos espantos, sobressaltos.
Coisas que não passam, há quem diga que dentro da cabeça. Eu não sei onde.
in Histórias Verdadeiras, Pedro Paixão
December 24th, 2009
Ama e faz o que quiseres. Se calares, calarás com amor; se gritares, gritarás com amor; se corrigires, corrigirás com amor; se perdoares, perdoarás com amor. Se tiveres o amor enraizado em ti, nenhuma coisa senão o amor serão os teus frutos.
Santo Agostinho
(encontrado e raptado daqui)
December 23rd, 2009
December 18th, 2009
Whatever words I say I will always love you.
No fim de contas são poucas as palavras
que nos doem de verdade, e muito poucas
as que conseguem alegrar a alma.
E são também muito poucas as pessoas
que nos fazem bater o coração, e menos
ainda com o correr do tempo.
No fim de contas, são pouquíssimas as coisas
que na verdade importam nesta vida:
poder amar alguém e ser amado,
não morrer depois dos nossos filhos.
Amália Bautista