I'll chase away those restless fears,
That turn your blue skies into grey.
Why Worry, Dire Straits
Who's gonna tell you when it's too late?
Who's gonna tell you things aren't so great? (...)
Who's gonna pick you up when you fall?
Who's gonna hang it up when you call?
Who's gonna pay attention to your dreams?
Who's gonna plug their ears when you scream? (...)
Who's gonna hold you down when you shake?
Who's gonna come around when you break?
You can't go on thinking nothing's wrong.
Who's gonna drive you home tonight?
Drive, The Cars
22/01/10
This is the world that we live in.
And maybe we'll make it through.
The world we live in, The Killers
19/01/10
You're my darkness in the morning, winter morning; crystal fly over the ceiling, bugs my dreaming in the night. (...) My addiction in the one, the sweetest one, my precious one.
Oh that freedom!
Oh that freedom!
So give me, give me fire. It doesn't always have to end.
Oh Jimmy, Jimmy Fire, my love's with you ‘til the end,
my love's with you ‘til the end.
Oh Jimmy, Jimmy Fire, my love's with you ‘til the end,
my love's with you ‘til the end.
Give me fire, Mando Diao
09/01/10
Às vezes é melhor deste lado, onde podemos olhar para a felicidade como algo de estranho e distante, contemplá-la, materializada num monte de árvores escuras, céu azul e nuvens brancas, de longe: um ideal inalcançável, separado de nós por uma rede de arame cruzado. Às vezes é melhor deste lado, porque ao menos temos algo por que ansiar.
05/01/10
(Praia da Rocha, Julho de 2009)
Apetece-me tanto, tanto sol.
Sol quente sobre a minha pele. E mar gelado nos meus pés.
Não é normal. Eu sou mais de Inverno*.
* de Outuno, na verdade.
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