gone

há mais aqui

When routine bites hard
And ambitions are low.
And resentment rides high
But emotions won't grow.
And we're changing our ways
Taking different roads.
Then love, love will tear us apart again.
Love, love will tear us apart again.
Why is the bedroom so cold
Turned away on your side?
Is my timing that flawed
Every feeling run so dry?
Yet there's still this appeal
that we've kept through our lives.
And love, love will tear us apart again.
Love, love will tear us apart again.
Do you cry out in your sleep,
All my failings expose?
Gets a taste in my mouth
As desperation takes hold.
Why is it something so good
Just can't function no more?
And Love, love will tear us apart again.
Love, love will tear us apart again.
Love, love will tear us apart again...

Joy Division

Leva-me daqui

Faço listas com as imagens, memórias, preocupações, faltas, pecados que me fazem doer, que me batem sem descanso. Nos intervalos breves, a esperança diz-me que tudo isto há-de passar, assim como já passou de outras vezes. O que não consigo avaliar, e me atormenta, é até que ponto sou culpado do que me acontece: os meus exageros, a minha falta de equilíbrio, as minhas estranhas vidas. Eu não posso saber quem sou, ninguém pode. Deus leva-me por caminhos que desconheço e logo esqueço. Leva-me daqui.


Pedro Paixão, Girls in Bikinis

Do you ever get that feeling?

Holly Golightly: You know those days when you get the mean reds?
Paul Varjak: The mean reds, you mean like the blues?
Holly Golightly: No. The blues are because you're getting fat and maybe it's been raining too long, you're just sad that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid and you don't know what you're afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?