sexta-feira

"I caught a glimpse, but its been forgotten
So here we are again
I made a vow, to carry you home... home

I really tried to do what you wanted
It all went wrong again

I made a vow, to carry you home
If you fall sick, if you pass out

I figured it out, I can see again"

Bloc Party


quinta-feira

"Oh no, I see...
A spider web and it's me in the middle."

"Here am I in my little bubble."





no more.
A imagem perfeita.
Eu vi.
O gosto, senti.
O tato, toquei.
A voz, ouvi.
Com o aroma, sonhei.


E saltando de um precipício, vazio.
Não entenda.