Love I get so lost, sometimes days pass and this emptiness fills my heart when I want to run away I drive off in my car but whichever way I go I come back to the place you are all my instincts, they return and the grand facade, so soon will burn without a noise, without my pride I reach out from the inside in your eyes the light the heat in your eyes I am complete in your eyes I see the doorway to a thousand churches in your eyes the resolution of all the fruitless searches in your eyes I see the light and the heat in your eyes oh, I want to be that complete I want to touch the light the heat I see in your eyes Love, I don't like to see so much pain so much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away I get so tired of working so hard for our survival I look to the time with you to keep me awake and alive and all my instincts, they return and the grand facade, so soon will burn without a noise, without my pride I reach out from the inside - GOD! In your eyes the light the heat in your eyes I am complete in your eyes I see the doorway to a thousand churches in your eyes the resolution of all the fruitless searches in your eyes I see the light and the heat in your eyes oh, I want to be that complete I want to touch the light, the heat I see in your eyes in your eyes in your eyes in your eyes in your eyes in your eyes in your eye"
"The first song I wrote was called 'Sammy The Slug.' Everyone else was writing about girls, and I was writing about slugs, which shows what I was interested in." - PG quote --------
AUTHOR: Bia Lombardi
DATE: 9/23/2005 02:18:00 am
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Saca "Brilho Eterno de uma Mente sem Lembrancas"? Eu queria aquele tratamento. Nao por saudades, muito pelo contrario. Simplesmente pra conseguir apagar algumas sensacoes quando eu me lembro do ocorrido, tais como:
- pra parar de sentir VERGONHA! Scully, eu NEGO. Se perguntarem eu NEGO ate o fim.
- pra aniquilar a sensacao de tempo PERDIDO. ainda mais pra alguem que , como eu, acredita que a vida e tao curta e que cada momento e importante. joguei varios momentos que poderiam ser importantes fora. fo-da.
- pra voltar a acreditar again. o que aconteceu MATOU meus instintos. m-a-t-o-u! eu nao acredito em mais nada. em nenhuma insinuacao, ou dica, ou mole. sempre acho que estao brincando comigo ou que, no maximo, querem me usar. ninguem tem intencoes reais agora. e como eu sinto. e e PESSIMO. esse ultimo quesito e o que mais me incomoda. mas ao mesmo tempo e o que mais me protege. complicado? imagina...
Palavras destacadas em negrito nesse post: VERGONHA NEGO MATOU PESSIMO. Boas memorias , nao?
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Aniversario do Manga hj. Show do Quasimodo. Pri querida estava la e ficamos de papo. Muito bom. Quantas vezes vou repetir aqui o quanto eu adoro esse pessoal? Um milhao e ainda nao vai ser suficiente. De coracao.
Escutando PG porque me deu vontade dessa musica em especial. Ao invez desse post todo eu poderia ter simplesmente colocado essa cancao aqui. Nada com o passado, mas uma prece pro futuro.O cara RULEIA, isso e fato :)
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About Me
- Name: Bia Lombardi
- Location: Sao Paulo, SP, Brazil
'Have you got any soul?', a woman asks the next afternoon. That depends, I feel like saying; some days yes, some days no. A few days ago I was right out; now I've got loads, too much, more than I can handle. I wish I could spread it a bit more evenly, I want to tell her, get a better balance, but I can't seem to get it sorted. I can see she wouldn't be interested in my internal stock control problems though, so I simply point to where I keep the soul I have, right by the exit, just next to the blues.' - Nick Hornby, High fidelity
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