quinta-feira, 10 de dezembro de 2009

quarta-feira, 9 de dezembro de 2009

coisinhas

tem aquele ciuminho bobo que nunca perco.
às vezes não seja tão bobo assim, mas é muito anacrônico.
a necessidade de 2 toquinhos depois de alguma mensagem de texto é enorme; o sentimento de traição se você se aproxima de alguém que não é meu amigo; o frio na espinha e coração disparado quando penso que você pode estar por perto.
não que eu não sentisse tudo isso antes, mas é, no mínimo, engraçado, fofo e um pouco dolorido.

terça-feira, 8 de dezembro de 2009

Special Needs - Placebo

Remember me when you're the one who's silver screened
Remember me when you're the one you always dreamed
Remember me whenever noses start to bleed
Remember me, special needs

Just 19 this sucker's dream
I guess I thought you had the flavour
Just 19 and dream obscene
with six months off for bad behaviour

Remember me when you clinch your movie deal
And think of me stuck in my chair that has four wheels
Remember me through flash photography and screens
Remember me, special dreams

Just 19 this sucker's dream
I guess I thought you had the flavour
Just 19 and dream obscene
with six months off for bad behaviour

Remember me...

domingo, 6 de dezembro de 2009

dia chuvoso

cheio de mimos: de mim pra mim.



mousse de brigadeiro

Sabe, eu tento o meu melhor.

sempre.

sábado, 5 de dezembro de 2009

ah não!
eu preciso passar em espanhol.
nunca fiquei em nenhuma disciplina por causa de nota, e por motivo de falta o prof quer me reprovar?
tá. ele tem todo o direito dos professores argentinos de espanhol para fazer isso. mas aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
imagina ter que repetir ano que vem?

/shit.

terça-feira, 1 de dezembro de 2009

Can love go beyond loneliness?

She was sewing some socks to her nephews in the front garden when he arrived. Both knew it was love. He, as always, brought her a toy from his store and asked her about the day; her mom used to spend those afternoons with them and wanted them to get married very soon, because she knew her daughter disappointment with love. But the girl - oh! - she did not want to get rid of the loneliness that had already become a part of her. He proposed to her that very afternoon and - not to our surprise - she said "no". The man, feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders, decided to end his ordinary life. In response to his suicide, she burned her right hand in the fire and, until today, she uses a black glove tho show her widowhood: he was her last love.