domingo, 5 de julho de 2009

Paixonite.

As vezes eu não entendo as coisas que acontecem ao meu redor. Por mais óbvio que esteja, as vezes quase batendo em minha cara, e mesmo assim, eu fico sem entender. Tem horas que sou mais inocente do que meu sobrinho de 4 anos. Preciso de umas 'pitimbadas' para entender e aprender, afinal, sou um ser humano como qualquer um, aprendo a viver a cada dia, mesmo sem quase sair de casa.
Sabendo disso, vai uma dica: Indiferente de como você seja, adicione uma pitada de FRIEZA e DESCONFIANÇA em sua raiz. Entenda isso como defesa contra possíveis decepções.
I want to start to write in english sometimes, it's good, because i really need to pratice, and i think this is the better way to do it. I don't have no one to chat or talk, so let's try. Have times on my life i want to run, just run without responsabilities, just run, or just go. It is not like 'run of my problems', but just run, you know, to see other things and know other stuffs, too pass to bad and good times and learn with then. Tsk, it is a problem to be a no-money-guy. By the way, I have to do something, because if i don't do, i'll start to be insane. It's been bad to stay without stuffs to do to complete my day. I need a job, a new love and a new life. I miss/need someone to make my day complete.
Posts em inglês à parte, ando escutando músicas novas de artistas que já gostava. Los Hermanos vem liderando a lista, a cada dia me apaixono mais e mais. Músicas que decifram como me sinto, mesmo aqueles sentimentos mais obscuros. Obrigado internet, por me oferecer a oportunidade de conseguir músicas que eu gosto e que, sem dúvida, eu NUNCA escutarei passando em um rádio daqui da roça.
Eu tenho que postar a letra dessa música aqui, para nunca mais esquecer de como ela me da uma sensação que não consigo explicar. Quando ela grita I WAS HOOOOOOOOOOPING, I WAS HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPING, eu morro.
Beijos.


I was hoping - Alanis Morissette
As we were talking outside,
It was cold,
We were shivering, yet warmed by the subject matter.

My wife is in the next room,
We've been having troubles you know,
Please don't tell her or anyone,
But I need to talk to somebody.

You said, "Wouldn't it be a shame if I knew how great I was
Five minutes before I died? I'd be filled with such regret
Before I took my last breath."
And I said, "You're willing to tell me this now, and you're not going to die
anytime soon."
And I said I haven't been eating chicken,
Or meat,
Or anything.

And you said yes, but you've been wearing leather and laughed and said
We're at the top of the food chain.
And yes you're still a fine woman,
And I cringed.

I was hoping,
I was hoping we could heal each other.
I was hoping,
I was hoping we could be raw together.

We left the restaurant where the head waiter (in his 60's),said
"Good bye, sir. Thank you for your business sir. You're successful and
established, sir, and we like the frequency with which you dine here sir. And
your money."
And when I walked by, they said "Thank you too dear."
I was all pigtails and cords.
And there was a day when I would've said something like,
"Hey dude, I could buy and sell this place, so kiss it."
I too once thought I was owed something.

I was hoping,
I was hoping we could challenge each other.
I was hoping,
I was hoping we could crack each other up.

I too thought that when proved wrong, I lost somehow.
I too thought life was cruel.
It's a cycle, really.
You think I'm with drawing and guilt tripping you.
I think you're insensitive and I don't feel heard.

And I said "Do you believe we are fundamentally judgmental?
Fundamentally evil?"
And you said Yes.
And I said I don't believe in revenge, in right or wrong, good or bad?
And you said "Well, what about the man that I saw handcuffed in the emergency
room,
Bleeding after beating his kid, and she threw a shoe at his head.
I think what he did was wrong, and I wouldn't have had a hardtime feeling
compassion for him."
I had to watch my tone for fear of having you feel judged.

I was hoping,
I was hoping we could dance together.
I was hoping,
I was hoping we could be creamy together.

____________________________________________________________________morri

4 comentários:

Anônimo disse...

Você morre várias vezes nessa música né, rs? xP

Corra, Forrest! Corra! :D

Danilo Sobral disse...

Puts, é mesmo... Sou tão fã do Forrest que tô pensando como ele. MARA.

Blue disse...

Essa música me prende numa fossa que você não tem noção.
Ai, vou até por aqui.

Sabe quando se foge de certas sensações mais no fim a gente se rende à elas? É isso.

Volte sempre.
Beijos

Anônimo disse...

*morri*

Eu amo essa música.