My Star Wars R2-D2 Mug

Aí sua vontade acaba
Você não quer fazer mais nada

Nada.

Só por hoje não quero mais te ver. Só por hoje não vou tomar minha dose de você.

Mais uma historinha das boas,
daquelas que a gente lembra na inocência
mas peca em comentar indevidamente

Não sei o que é pior
se é você omitir tudo
ou contar a historinha toda

Acho que você merecia ouvir umas
Pra saber do amargor
que é engolir essa saliva seca.

"Touching ground
Going home to those I miss
Safe and sound
Weeks of exile turn to bliss
But there’s something in her voice
When she is calling me
A trace of blood to lead me
Through roads of agony
With blood taste in my mouth
And clouds before my eyes
I kneel beside the bed
Where my bleeding dryad lies

Three young souls in misery

Hitting ground
Nausea wakes me up at dawn
Hopes are found
Dissected, turned and then
Withdrawn
A chair of steel and wire
Her legs are open wide
Helpless in myself I stand there cold beside
The doctors stay away Leave us with this dismay
To see the colours of a miracle
Fade and turn to gray

Then a cry and rivers of blood
Flow so sadly bringing you
Our dreams pour into a cold tray
Two young souls in misery
Missing you

"How quickly the colors change
from blue to red to black
and why am I always away
wrapped up in something
unable to live with all this
love
I ask of the world to leave
to be silent and pretend
that it never happend”

I never knew your name but I will miss you just the same
I was to live for you I lost the will to live at all the day you came
It’ll never be the same but I will love you just the same
You were to be the first, how wonderful
Now I will always fear to hope again

The irony of seeing me whispering through her skin
So joyfully to our child there deep within
Or of when she called to me to tell me cheerfully
That she had seen your shape on a hospital screen
And of nurses being concerned that you never moved or turned
Too late we see the warnings
Too late we learn

I never saw your face and now you’re gone without a trace
Except the trace of blood that’s deeply scarred into my eyes to fill your place
It’ll never be the same but I will love you just the same
I was prepared to be your father
How can I ever prepare for that again?

Still I follow that trace of blood
Always leading back to you
Hollow years of damming that flood
Two young souls in misery

Missing you… missing you…”

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There is no words capable to explain the pain, that pain when your newborn son dies in a front of your eyes

(Source: Spotify)

Talvez eu deva viver sozinho a minha vida mesmo…

Eu sei que você está omitindo alguma coisa, ou pior, não me dizendo a verdade.

So unsexy…

What’s the matter? The CIA got you pushing too many pencils?

Major Dutch from Predator movie

Late night tea

finalfantasy10:

mi’ihen highroad

Gendai shikaku bunka kenkyu kai - Genshiken

Um dia…
Vou saber tocar no violão as músicas que gosta
Você vai reconhecer que minhas fotografias são boas
Vou fazer com que me reconheça
Você precisa dar o nó da minha gravata
Vou te mostrar como sou único e raro
Você precisa fazer aquela torta que eu adoro
Vou te contar uma história que vai te fascinar
Você terá que fazer algo grande por mim
Um dia…