~ sometimes...

''...You were everything, everything that I wanted

We were meant to be, supposed to be

But we lost it

All of our memories so close to me

Just fade away

All this time you were pretending

So much for my happy ending...''

(avril lavigne, my happy ending)

tirando música do fundo do baú que fazem muito sentido e que esclarecem muita coisa.

sometimes I just think I should give up finding someone...should stop finding love....

kind a...tired...!

~ just...happy

''I looked up and finally said: I'm happy''

and that's theway I am right now!

~ that's the way I want to be: laughing around...

entre lembranças e xícaras de chá, decidi mudar. decidi que as coisas deveriam seguir o caminho que eu julgo correto. entre macs, conversas filosóficas, resolvi que consigo transformar, que vou transformar. entre brejas, sorrisos, dancinhas engraçadas, senti de novo aquela alegria. entre um longe espaço de dormir e matutar vendo o céu, senti força de vontade borbulhando dentro de mim. entre empadinhas, sorvetes e risos, finalizei que tudo é tão simples. chegadecomplicaroquenãoécomplicado.

pontofinalnacrise. thankseveryone.

''That's the way I want to live: just laughing around...''

~ será...?

“Natural é as pessoas se encontrarem e se perderem”.

caio F.

eu estou me encontrando de novo. thanks.

~ don't let me go...

''...

We're falling apart

And coming together again and again

We're growing apart

But we pull it together,

Pull it together, together again

Don't let me go,

Don't let me go,

Don't let me go,

Don't let me go,

Don't let me go,

Don't let me go.''

(never say never. THE FRAY)

don't let me go? don't let me go? (but you did...and I left everything behind).

~ em crise [2]

''Well I've been here before,
I've sat on the floor,
In a grey grey room,
Where I stay in all day,
I don't eat, but I play,
With this grey grey food,
Desole, If someone is prayin', Then I might break out,
Desole, Even if I scream, I can't scream that loud,
So I'm all alone again,
Crawling back home again,
Just stuck by the phone again
...
Have I still got you to be my open door,
Have I still got you to be my sandy shore,
Have I still got you to cross my bridge in this storm,
Have I still got you to keep me warm?...''
(Damien Rice, grey room)

crise é assim, a gente tira umas músicas do fundo do baú, e esta é minha preferida dele. por mais que seja master triste, ela me faz feliz. (don't ask me why...)