O que dói é o que eu vejo quando eu percebo que o mais eficaz é acabar comigo mesma tomando duzias de coisas que nem sei pronunciar. Me xinga, me bate, me arrasta, me doma, tente, eu gosto de ser só. Eu gosto de ser soturna por vezes e triste. Eu gosto de estar sarcástica por embriaguez, eu gosto de você e eu gosto de todos.
O que dói é o que eu vejo, ao meu lado, te percebo, sou viciada em seu toque, em te tocar em ver seu rosto mergulhado em um suor, um misto de prazer, vergonha, toda nossa química é resultado de uma coisa muito bem planejada e muito mal escondida. Sussura, de novo, de novo e de novo. Eu gosto.
Dois pontos parênteses.
quinta-feira, 26 de janeiro de 2017
quarta-feira, 18 de janeiro de 2017
Kira... Kira... Kira...
When I’m around I’m the only one
In your thoughts and in your plans
But I turn around, and I live my life
So I leave you, my friend
If you showed some feeling there
We were going to be together and I think it would be great
But all you ever showed was someone to have fun with me
And we both know I like complex things
Kira… Kira… Kira…
You are really beautiful and very smart
Had a hard life we can’t deny
Learned how to cook alone just like my girl did
I see a lot of you in her
I see a lot of her in me
I see a lot of us drinking beer
I see but it would never be true
When I’m around I’m the only one
In your thoughts and in your plans
But I turn around, and I live my life
So I leave you, my friend
If you showed some feeling there
We were going to be together and I think it would be great
But all you ever showed was someone to have fun with me
And we both know I like complex things
Kira… Kira… Kira…
You are really beautiful and very smart
Had a hard life we can’t deny
Learned how to cook alone just like my girl did
I see a lot of you in her
I see a lot of her in me
I see a lot of us drinking beer
I see but it would never be true
quinta-feira, 3 de abril de 2014
Out of reach.
Should we separate ourselves from everybody?
I was always so against this kind of behavior
But now it makes sense to me
Should I be less selfish
about the concept of wanting you only for me?
Should I be less hopeful?
I still think we should exile ourselves from the rest of the world
In this gross damn Earth
I wring my soul, beat on the wall
every time I see how you bend your knees
When you see reality as it really is
I'm half of your size but I wanna wrap you on me and protect you
You look like fortress but you are sensitive
I look like I'm nothing, but I'm only a closed and locked book
Preparing myself to open up for you
And let you be part of me
I wish sometimes I was dead
because we taste so peacefully
Heaven isn't alike like us
And no one knows how it is
We are out of reach,
I hope
Only yours, I am.
I was always so against this kind of behavior
But now it makes sense to me
Should I be less selfish
about the concept of wanting you only for me?
Should I be less hopeful?
I still think we should exile ourselves from the rest of the world
In this gross damn Earth
I wring my soul, beat on the wall
every time I see how you bend your knees
When you see reality as it really is
I'm half of your size but I wanna wrap you on me and protect you
You look like fortress but you are sensitive
I look like I'm nothing, but I'm only a closed and locked book
Preparing myself to open up for you
And let you be part of me
I wish sometimes I was dead
because we taste so peacefully
Heaven isn't alike like us
And no one knows how it is
We are out of reach,
I hope
Only yours, I am.
segunda-feira, 24 de fevereiro de 2014
Eu nado o quanto eu posso
Era sutil o jeito que me olhava aquele dia em que me despedi. Era fácil e importante como respirar. Eu não sabia como sentiria falta do seu olhar, do seu cheiro, da sua luz.
Você jurou nunca me esquecer, e agora grosso diz que não temos mais nada. Eu sei que agi errado, mas não bote toda a culpa em mim, agora vens grosso "não quero te magoar", me magoe, eu o desafio.
Dançamos ao maior som, sabia de tudo da minha vida, saudade do seu beijo bom que eu não lembro o gosto. Achei que íamos casar, em março dia 31. A gente descria, mas combinava natais. A gente curtia, mas deixava pra lá, saiamos com amigos, como amigos e um casal. E agora você vem com esse papo de " tanto faz", fala que não me quer mais.
Eu te beijei tão triste, te neguei um abraço, agora abraço o travesseiro, agora eu fecho os olhos, respiro um ar diferente do seu. Eu tenho tanto a te contar. Agora me trata como se todo nosso tempo não significasse mais nada, e eu sei que agi assim também, agora sei que passou, espero que possa me perdoar.
"Uma leitura míope de nós."
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