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tchaikovsky, sinfonia nº 4, 3º andamento

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art by nathan sawayae eu sinto que em meu gesto existe o teu gesto e em minha voz a tua voz.- Fernando Pessoa -

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Come againCome again! sweet love doth now inviteThy graces that refrainTo do me due delight,To see, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die,With thee again in sweetest sympathy.Come again! that I may cease to mournThrough thy unkind disdain;For now left and forlornI sit, I sigh, I weep, I faint, I dieIn deadly pain and endless misery.All the day the sun that lends me shineBy frowns doth cause me

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não sou entendível.

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your taste

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do teu prato favorito.

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arroz de frango?

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...and the music, and the movie...

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Perdone...

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1. love2. persistencesaving more for later....

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Há dois tipos de pessoas que dizem a verdade: as crianças e os loucos. Os loucos são internados em hospícios. As crianças, educadas. - Jean Paul Sartre -

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conhece-me há cerca de 1 mês:- hoje está um bocadinho triste, não está?- sim, um pouco.

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it matters to mewhen I don't know what to saydon't know what to dodon't know if it really even matters to youhow can I make you see,it matters to me

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Forever trusting who we areAnd nothing else matters

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D E L E T E D

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i wish someone could take care of me for a change

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click here for more information

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Dicen que por las nochesNo más se le iba en puro llorarDicen que no comiaNo mas se le iba en puro tomarJuran que el mismo cieloSe extremecia al oir su llantoComo sufria por ellaQue hasta en su muerte la fue llamando

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...you see the smile that's on my mouth?it's hiding the words that won't come out.[here]

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there's a bridge you must cross. darkness shall not last forever. whatever it takes i'll bathe you with lights that you can't dream of. i will not let you go down the drain, for rat you are not.why?don't ask, just imagine.friendship prevails.foreverandever...and finally you shall breathe!

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and never be afraid to do what you want

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Devias ter feito as contas para avaliar se a minha chegada seria conveniente. Mas resolveste não o fazer. Simplesmente abriste os braços quando eu vim.

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they tell me i'm frozen. like a block of ice.they say if someone could unfreeze meit would be nicebut then again, they say so manythingsuntruewho wouldunfreezeme?for ice i am... notlistening

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the sun is coming to my door. today.

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here I am left in silence

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Não durmo, nem espero dormir.Nem na morte espero dormir.Espera-me uma insônia da largura dos astros,E um bocejo inútil do comprimento do mundo.Álvaro de Campos

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-----Dissolve mágoas--------Alivia tensões------------RelaxaE dizem que faz bem à pele

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Cozinha de casa pobre. Ao fundo, uma porta. Numa parede, um calendário e uma janela. A MÃE olha para o PAI que lê o jornalSilêncio.A MÃE- Já sei porque é que ressonas.O PAI- Então?A MÃE- Dormes com a boca aberta.O PAI- Como é que sabes?A MÃE- Vejo.O PAI- Quando eu estou a dormir?A MÃE- Sim.O PAI- Em vez de te pores a olhar para mim, apaga mas é a luz.A MÃE- Não posso apagar a luz. Tenho de ler as

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heart or no heart...... what does it matter.yes, deleted the anger.shoulddeletemy brain.ormaybenotanyway: fuck it!

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mas tu não gostas das minhas músicas...

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Sinto, logo existo- António Damásio -sinto-te, ou desisto?- Silence -

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Eu vi a buganvília a dançar na ventaniaa trepar numa janela eu vi a buganvília entre o acender da luae o encanto da manhãEu vi a buganvília de noite junto ao lagoa molhar o seu sorrisoSonhara que morrera nos ramos da buganvílianos tons do seu vestidoEu vi a buganvília a fazer do teu vermelhoum bordado marinheiroquando encontras o sol no branco da calte pões de amarelo

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of younot awakebut asleeptouching with no fingerswhere my heart lingers

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--------------------------------------------------O Teu

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algures no fim dos dias----- ------------ alguém nos segura

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Se partires não me abraces Se me abraçares não partas

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twisted, writhened, contorted, rolled upon themselves are our souls, looking for the right place to be, not together but almost there.could we ever reach perfection? will you remove the barbed wires that keep us apart?

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"Talvez possamos comparar o ser humano a uma banheira de faiança branca: durante a infância e a primeira juventude, a banheira enche-se de uma água clara e fresca, que sussurra risonha; depois a água fica morna, cada vez mais quente, é uma água destinada à lavagem das acções, dos pensamentos, das sensações, condenada a perder a sua pureza sem com isso poder ser suja de qualquer maneira, uma água

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"i want to look into your eyes again. i want to look into the windows of your soul"please let me.

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Que personagem infantil és tu ?

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As Pipocas sim, sem dúvida !

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Acredito que este tenha sido o escrito mais trengo do Carlos Drummond de Andrade, ou então quando o escreveu, estava com uma valente pedrada, ou seria efeito das insónias !?

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Todas as noitesSentava-se ao pianoOlhava para o retrato na paredeRespirava fundo ao abrir a partituraDeixava cair os dedos sobre as teclasE começava a executar a sonata...

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E um dia voltaste e eu não estava.Acho que um dia vai-te acontecer o mesmo.Um dia vou voltar e tu não vais estar.

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"Apenas escuto o silêncio dos móveis, o silêncio dos canos, ia dizer o silêncio do sangue mas não tenho sangue" António Lobo Antunes

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Muito gosto de cantarolar as Águas com o Tom e a Elis :)É o fundo do poço, é o fim do caminhoNo rosto o desgosto, é um pouco sozinhoÉ um estrepe, é um prego, é uma ponta, é um pontoÉ um pingo pingando, é uma conta, é um contoSão as águas de março fechando o verãoÉ a promessa de vida no teu coraçãoau, edra, im, inhoesto, oco, ouco, inhoaco, idro, ida, ol, oite, orte, aço, zol

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o meu silêncio é feito de palavras de prata debruadas a ouro. o meu silêncio é o meu tesouro. o meu silêncio é feito de dois lábios unidos, os meus e os teus, sem palavras que os abafem, unidos sem que se toquem.Image Stolen from: Nick Noble Photography

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You aint seen nothin yet

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All the people need some moments of silence

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the silence of my lips traveled from the distance of your heart to land on the tips of your toes.the silence of my lips traveled slowly from your toes to your hair, feeling the whole you.you, as a whole, just for me.

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Insomnia fell asleep. He never shows up.

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a thousand times i've seen you standinggravity like a lunar landingmake me want to run till i find youshut the world away from here, drift to you, you're all i heareverything we know fades to blackhalf the time the world is ending, truth is i am done pretendingi never thought that i had any more to givepushing me so far here i am without youdrink to all that we have lost, mistakes that we have

Silencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02985123552959085513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6691181088270699561.post-61432042489387042282008-11-24T17:56:00.003Z2008-11-24T18:00:03.547Z

Click here

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I can no longer bear to see you part without feeling excruciating pain running through my veins.I had forgotten how things were and why I had to give it all up for the love of you.But the feeling, ah that feeling was not gone, just asleep.Why did you have to wake it up?As someone once said, we only have one true love.listening

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the first time you ever touched me made me return to times when I was innocent, times when we loved at a distance, just looking, not even daring to touch hands.and there we were, you could not even look into my eyes, i could not look into your's, or we would loose it all.innocently playing like teenagers who discover a new feeling, a new sentation.and so it was, after all, deep inside, we are all

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para desentristecer, leãozinho,o meu coração tão sóbasta eu encontrar você no caminho!

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Nunca jamais um coração voltará as seu estado normal, tal como uma folha de papel amarrotada jamais voltará a ser o que era , nem que se tente passá-la a ferro ! Digam o que disserem, eu sei que tenho razão!

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Vai ver este Silence, muito bom !(Saw V já está na agenda)

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SAW V

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"streams of passion flowing in my mind on thoughts of you."(so many years have passed and I keep hanging on to every breath you take)

Silencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02985123552959085513noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6691181088270699561.post-77131156027565252132008-10-12T20:04:00.007+01:002008-10-12T20:37:38.314+01:00

gostava de ser aquilo que queres que eu seja.gostava de gostar das mesmas coisas que tu.mas não gosto.sou diferente, somos diferentes. e nessa diferença estaria a alegria se quisesses.mas não queres.sentir, descobrir.mas não sentes, não descobres.assim me fico, no meu silêncio, à espera que descubras que estou aqui, que sou diferente.mas existo.gostava de te ver com todos os meus sentidos.mas não

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To calm you down!Take it easy, and always remember this!Ok?;)

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"Familial Advanced Sleep Phase Syndrome", a new name for you, dear Insomnia.

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imagem: paula rosai look around and there's no one to hold on to. i find myself lost in space, only the stars keep gazing at me as if they're telling me to hold on to something. looking around... there's no place to hold on to. i guess i'll just keep on drifting away in space forever.nevertheless i...

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"don't worry Will, you can sleep when you're dead"

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The silence of insomnia is harder to hear than the dreams, and the silence of the night says things that I don't want to hear...There are no windows to the silence!There are no doors to the insomnia!

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and then the clouds wanted to talk to me again. there were no sparkles in my eyes for they had died after the storm was gone. such clouds belonged to another sky, not mine. clouds would come to me and be blown by the wind once again. and I would be left in the darkness once more, together with the sound of [my deafening] silence.

Silencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02985123552959085513noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6691181088270699561.post-85376241092256985122008-09-15T19:04:00.005+01:002008-09-15T19:13:26.650+01:00

it was a rainy day when our bodies first touched. raindrops falling on my forehead. suddenly rain was no more, as we became one. outside it was pouring, inside the sunshine kept our souls dry.as you touched me I felt the thunderstorm. was it real or just my imagination?it seems a million years have passed since that rainy day. will we ever discover the clouds again?

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Insomniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12657230043489972487noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6691181088270699561.post-52376852641227436662008-09-08T00:25:00.002+01:002008-09-08T00:33:44.299+01:00

Why? Who gave it the wings to do so? Who allowed it to run when you're having fun?listen

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It was quiet again.

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The numbers on the clock seem to laugh in my face !!!

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Watching the tide roll away ?Look like nothing's gonna changeEverything still remains the sameI can't do what ten people tell me to doSo I guess I'll remain the same

Insomniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12657230043489972487noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6691181088270699561.post-35237174535357322992008-08-29T16:25:00.005+01:002008-08-29T16:33:18.733+01:00

the sea awaits to soothe the nervous breakdown caused by the dungeons where we live every day of our terrifying existence.listen, just listen to the sea. it's talking to us.

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Bring on the ingredients and let's party!(love this music)

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The stars are far away, can they crack and melt any ice? Will I ever find the melting point for my words? Maybe miles and miles away from here.In another planet. Where there's no ice to freeze me.listen while you read

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