Frestas

Estou à procura de um pouco de luz para não ser tudo escuro, para que não sejam só vultos. Já abri a janela, procurei lá fora e nem assim.

Estando assim, perdida no escuro, nem conheço o que é meu, onde estou. O Sol nunca mais nasce e apesar de serem cinco e meia da manhã a claridade ainda tarda a chegar.

Cantam os pardais mas sinto que está longe de amanhecer. Tenho um gato no regaço e outro a miar lá fora. Não penso.

Vou desenhando com os dedos, porque a paciência se esgota e sinto que me acalma. Mantenho-me ocupada enquanto espero, ao menos.

Mais meia hora.

Eu espero. Eu espero, já te disse!

Não te preocupes.

Queres que deixe a porta aberta?

Quero mimo.

Heart skipped a beat

Parece que só me fazes mal. And still..

Trio

"I got to get away man*
Gotta clear my mind mind mind (...)

I'm gonna tell the boss man
I'm never coming back back back (...)

I'm-a just a no good excuse for a man (...)

But I wanna be close to you
I wanna be close to you you
I wanna be close to you
I wanna be close to you you"




Love you peeps ♥

Ode a um Pudim e a um AC

Le Fisheye


(Sergey)



is



epic.

Kay

Yesterday I was
Half the man I used to be
Oh, maybe that's because
You're the other half of me
Like the spring in bloom
The summer of our love is soon
Every bird will sing
The melody of our love tune.

Send down from above
Unconditionally love
Likened to a flower
Stronger love grows by the hour
Stormy weather days
Make us go our separate ways
Where our love was so at ease
Now you got me down on my knees.

Yesterday I was
Brighter than the morning sun
Now my love is lost
And lonely days have just begun
A solitary chair
For a silent love affair
A king lost his throne
And now he sits alone.

Listen, Learn, Read On

M: I'm an Art Student . We draw, we paint, we study anatomy only to learn proportions. We just express ourselves in ways other people don't seem able to. We have a vision in us that makes us see a light in each person. Artistic minds are screwed up and tend to preach more than to act. And when we do act, we make it something unforgettable. Or we try at least, to make everything unique.

K: Man, I love your mind. I'm not particularly artistic. I'm good with words I think. Poems or songs. Not proper art. Fascinating.

M: Words are art.

K: Well,you certainly are good with them. Not many people are as good at expressing themselves as you. You give a very distinct and clear view. At least to me anyway.

M: Like I said before: I write a lot. We all seek clearness and objectiveness in life. We speak through words. Either written or said. So why not use them to clarify what we can? Instead of burocracy. Burocracy disrespects the meaning of words and the act of writing itself, you know? It's just filling something with dispendable information in order to confuse and mislead you.