Ganhando XP em auto-estima por ter adotado o método "lol".

Nota:

Você é uma merda nisso. O pior de todos. UMA BOSTA.

Isn't like
I
(could)
believe
in
everlasting
love.

My heart is a drummer

As I am preparing myself to say farewell to my pride again. I remember how it was back then: I'd see you light a cigarette, and then you'd ask me to pass your asthma inhaler. I'd say "Don't you ever think about cancer?"

You'd say "Baby, you don't know but my heart is as strong as a drummer".

You make me feel like apologising for being like this: do I have to, say I'm sorry for my happiness? You see it's like loving "Graceland", it's not allowed to be but we know it's everybody's favourite.

...and when you call me, on the telephone my fingers will twist through the cord
and I'll slide my feet up and down the wall... but I know that I'm stronger than you are.

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Start with a rum
you know this make me numb
then you can put a whiskey
and let down and scape.

Now I'm with you
but I know you're not with me
you're never been with me
'cause you don't belong to me.

And I cannot belong to you
ever if you asked
ever if you beg
ever if you put yourself in your knees.

Because I do not belong to you
neither I belong to me.

Eu lembro das tardes gostosas de verão, de overdoses de chá de pêssego, de caminhadas gostosas do museu até a minha casa.

Eu lembro que você se irritou por eu estar andando e apontando as flores nas árvores e que você ficou extremamente emputecido quando eu perguntei se você sabia o nome de uma árvore qualquer.

"Eu não sou sua fonte de referência".

Eu lembro de ficar em cima de pontes observando o fluxo do rio, eu lembro de shows na praça da Espanha e eu não lembro de muita coisa além disso.

Eu meio que esqueci de você.

'bout our first kiss

Then the conversation stoped - for only a second - and I looked down on my feet.
My face was next to yours and your face was next to me.

I was wondering if you want me too.

Fica mais um pouco, amor, que eu ainda não dancei com você.

Você era um dos que deveriam ter ficado.
P'ra sempre.

When I saw your body
- naked -
at first time
I've saw my face
be desnuded
like never was.

When I saw your soul
- faked -
at last time
I've yelled
maybe
pretty you never was.

I'm too scared to love you.

When I was a little bit younger,
I was pretty sweet.
My eyes, one day, had colour.
My heart, once, had hapiness.
My mind, in this age, was bright.

Now I'm like an old and poor version of me.
So many scars;
So many pain;
Draining me away.

When I was a little bit younger, I sure could trust in you.
But I'd trusted in a guy before,
He cheated on me,
Smashed my heart,
And I promised,
In that day,
Darling,
This won't happen to me anymore.

I'm sorry
I'm not
The girl you deserve.

I cannot
smile
anytime
you
want.

I cannot
handle
with you past
(neither with mine).

When you talk about your others
girls
passions
limerences
lovers
my heart is like crushed again.
The pain,
that once I thought "one day will go away"
returns
again.
And again.
And again.

I'll never be
like a redhead girl
or a smiler like the J
or a physics like the A.

I'll never be
a dumbass
reading a paper
just to see a dress.
(And I do like dresses, you know, I know).

Today when I told you
"you are one of the reasons I'm here"
what I didn't tell
is that you are not the only
you are not the first
you are not the last
'cause
when I put a guy like you
smart
pretty
and soft
in this place
one time
in future
or past
my heart
- invariably -
will be broken
like a cup of glass.

Pessoas
pesando.

Coisas que já deveriam estar
passando.
Ou passadas.
Ou passado.

Acumulando.

Ontem eu estava cuidando do meu vô no hospital e a moça da copa elogiou a minha touca de corujinha. Disse que a filhinha dela iria adorar.

Assim que ela saiu do quarto, meu vô me perguntou se eu podia comprar uma igual para trazer para a filha dela. Como eu não tinha certeza se ainda vendem a touca, resolvi chamar ela até o quarto. E dei a minha touca para ela.

Era minha touca preferida.
Meu coração ficou quentinho.

Por mais que o câncer apareça -- e te corroa inteiro, como se fosse um bichinho -- não deixa de acreditar. De pensar. De sonhar. De amar. De viver.

Não esquece que a cada segundinho que passa, seu coração continua a bater.

Não vai embora não. A gente tem o mundo inteiro para conhecer.