Junho, odeio junho.

• Querer voltar a escrever e não ter forças para continuar;
• Cortar relações com o papel, canetas, lápis, lapiseira;
• Esta nuvem cinzenta que teima em não sair do céu;
• Estar constantemente preocupada com os pais;
• Ouvir aquilo que não merecemos;
• Ser sempre a ultima opção;
• Precisar dela e ela nem sequer se lembrar de nós;
• Perder, aos poucos, o resto da confiança que nos resta;
• Ver, descobrir, e dar conta de coisas que nos deixam de rastos;
• Estudar horas a fio e nunca sentir que estamos preparados;
• Exames, exames, exames... 

Dizer uma coisa e fazer outra. Eu não aprendo mesmo. Quanto mais velha, mais burra. Puta que pariu esta merda toda.

da fuck happened?

the memory machine.

I miss you
And the memory machine
And the factory where we make
Something of dreams
And we wandered around your street
With sewn on button eyes
Our ears become our memories.

The blind loving the blind
And our voices became our fingers
And you touched me with your song
You touched me all night long

I miss you
I miss you
And the memory machine
Making whiskey from the things
We no longer need
And you kissed me
But I was too drunk to really know
That you loved me
Enough to watch me go
I miss you

Desilusão: é ato de desiludir-se, desenganar-se, o que pressupõe que nos enganamos sobre algo ou alguém, que em um momento qualquer, acreditamos.

Where are you? I'm so sorry

Hello dear,

The angel from my nightmare

The shadow in the background of the morgue

The unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley

We can live like Jack and Sally if we want

Where you can always find me

And we'll have halloween on Christmas

And in the night we'll wish this never ends

We'll wish this never ends

I miss you, miss you

I miss you, miss you

Where are you and I'm so sorry

I cannot sleep I cannot dream tonight

I need somebody and always

This sick strange darkness

Comes creeping on so haunting every time

And as I stare I counted

The webs from all the spiders

Catching things and eating their insides

Like indecision to call you

And hear your voice of treason

Will you come home and stop this pain tonight

Stop this pain tonight

Don't waste your time on me you're already

The voice inside my head (I miss you, miss you)

Don't waste your time on me you're already

The voice inside my head (I miss you, miss you)

Don't waste your time on me you're already

The voice inside my head (I miss you, miss you)

Don't waste your time on me you're already

The voice inside my head (I miss you, miss you)

Don't waste your time on me you're already

The voice inside my head (I miss you, miss you)

Don't waste your time on me you're already

The voice inside my head (I miss you, miss you)

17.

Sabe tão bem superar os nossos obstáculos! A carta já cá canta, finalmente.