Não faz mal
abracem-me
os teus olhos
de extremo a extremo azuis
vai ser assim durante muito tempo
decorrerão muitos séculos antes de nós
mas não te importes
não te importes
muito
nós só temos a ver
com o presente
perfeito
corsários de olhos de gato intransponível
maravilhados
maravilhosos
únicos
nem pretérito nem futuro tem
o estranho verbo nosso

--Cesariny

Love was made for me and you

You and I, we might be strangers
However close we get sometimes
It's like we never met
But you and I, I think we can take it
All the good with the bad
Make something that no one else has but
You and I
Wilco

Well the last time I saw you were waving goodbye
from the back of the train with a tear in your eye.

Now I hear you're in love with some big city man
and together you're making your big city plans
and you hope he don't find out about who you are
that we used to catch fireflies in mason jars
and we used to go down to the county fair
and we listened to blue grass in summer air
and we danced all night as the rain came down
and you held my hand as we slept on the ground
and we wrote our names in the old oak wood
I guess some things don't work out like they should.
♥
linascheynius

E é 2006 outra vez.

Ah, mas se um dia eu chegar muito estranho
Deixa essa água no corpo
Lembrar nosso banho

Mas se um dia eu chegar muito louco
Deixa essa noite saber
Que um dia foi pouco

Ah Brooklyn Brooklyn take me in
Are you aware the shape im in
My hands they shake my head it spins
Ah Brooklyn Brooklyn take me in

Diferente és tu!

«Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you're really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I've got a few missing. It's ok though, because I've got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem though in that I can only meet the 8-color boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation.. so when I meet someone who's an 8-color type.. I'm like, "hey girl, magenta!" and she's like, "oh, you mean purple!" and she goes off on her purple thing, and I'm like, "no - I want magenta!"»

depois do amor meu amor / eu quero morrer no mar.