tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180568032009-05-12T14:08:09.080+01:00Depois da escuridão da noite vem sempre a claridade do dia... sempre.Procyonnoreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18056803.post-37881334213663896122009-04-27T22:36:00.005+01:002009-04-27T23:10:30.291+01:00

heya, how's it going?man... haven't been around much i guess.. my excuses? none. laziness, maybe? ye, that would probably be the 1st one, but even if i told you the rest... don't think you'd believe me. too much shit happened this past 6/7 months... well, i'm not gonna write anything about it, not now. guess if it comes to head, i'll post a shit or two i've written... yes... i know i'm too lazy,

Procyonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00892877801303156381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18056803.post-47306921024772650442008-06-09T14:27:00.000+01:002008-12-12T03:58:21.802Z

"Moving Mountains"It's like whatever I doOohI Just can't get through youOoh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ohI loved it when you said there was nothin wrongohhlisten[Verse 1:]Now, now she loved me, shawty I loved herUsed to jump up in the maybach and roll outUsed to care, she used to shareThe love that she used to give me can't be foundI lost my way, she said she'd stayAnd lately I've been sleeping with a

Procyonnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18056803.post-37478256334143031512008-01-10T01:13:00.000Z2008-12-12T03:58:21.962Z

There's times when you just feel like...Shutting down...

Procyonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18056803.post-69426957988924637232007-11-10T03:02:00.000Z2007-11-10T10:40:02.200Z

i have all these memories... when i’m in the bathtub i keep remembering everything. i think to myself... ‘it was so childish, yet so mature.’ felt so sweet, her expressions... i ask myself, why? almost two years have gone by. why do i keep thinking of her? even dough she told me she fell in love with some other guy after we broke up. still... am i sick? is it because i don’t make out with other

Procyonnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18056803.post-49785087918516552752007-10-04T01:32:00.000+01:002007-10-05T02:16:36.027+01:00

Dois espinhos pregados nas costasCom raízes ao coraçãoForam perguntas sem respostas,Tremores e oscilação.Memórias é tudo o que restaCom o teu rosto apagadoNão tenho dois dedos de testaMas não estou preocupado.Acreditar em amor eternoTalvez já seja coisa do passadoÀ de ser o meu inferno,Destino nunca terminado.Amo-te e sempre vou amarO sentimento é impossivel alterarMeu coração só é da proximaQue

Procyonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18056803.post-83603653586062419462007-08-23T10:51:00.001+01:002008-12-12T03:58:21.986Z

How do I breathe, yeah?How do I breathe, yeah?[Verse:]It feels so different being here,I was so used to being next to you,Life for me is not the same,There's no one to turn to.I don't know why I let it go too far,Starting over - it's so hard.Seems like everywhere I try to go,I keep thinking of you.[Hook:]I just had a wake up call,Wishing that I never let you fall,Baby you are not to blame at

Procyonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18056803.post-29937969745559441612007-08-13T13:28:00.000+01:002008-12-12T03:58:22.221Z

Maybe this decision was a mistake.You probably don't care what I have to say.But it's been heavy on my mind for months now.Guess I'm trying to clear some mental space.I would love to talk to you in person.But I understand why that can't be.I'll leave you alone for good I promise.If you answer this one question for me.I just wonder,Do you ever,Think of me,Anymore, do you?First off let me say

Procyonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18056803.post-82345259977907416412007-07-26T14:55:00.000+01:002008-12-12T03:58:22.374Z

"I Miss You" (I miss you, I miss you)Hello there, the angel from my nightmareThe shadow in the background of the morgueThe unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valleyWe can live like Jack and Sally if we wantWhere you can always find meWe'll have Halloween on ChristmasAnd in the night we'll wish this never endsWe'll wish this never ends(I miss you, I miss you)(I miss you, I miss you)Where are

Procyonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18056803.post-21997427378039595442007-02-26T12:08:00.000Z2008-12-12T03:58:22.381Z

"When You're Mad" It's just the cutest thingWhen you get to fussing (cussing)Yelling and throwing thingsI just wanna eat you upI don't mean no disrespectWhen I start staringKnowing that it makes you madder (uh, oh)I'm sorry but seeing you mad is so sexy[Hook]Could it be the little wrinkle over your noseWhen you make your angry faceThat makes me wanna just take off all your clothesAnd sex you all

Procyonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18056803.post-77710767357606606802007-01-27T01:11:00.000Z2007-01-27T01:35:08.204Z

Existem lágrimasQue são como o ventoNão conseguimos vê-lasMas senti-mo-las cá dentroUma vontade do PassadoPara conseguir o PresenteErros do alcançadoPagos num futuramenteAssombrações por intervaloE dúvidas sem fimEla não conseguiu perdoa-loE esqueceu-se de mimComo é que em,Tão curto tempo,Passou a ser de ninguémEsse precioso sentimento?Sou retardado e jumentoPois nem daqui tão cedoCairá no

Procyonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18056803.post-39276814604653086882007-01-26T11:46:00.000Z2008-12-12T03:58:22.568Z

"Some Will Seek Forgiveness, Others Escape" I heard a voice through the discord"Of a deluge of passersby.I saw one gaze frozen in timeWatching me passing by.I swear I'll know your face in the crowd,And I'll hear your voice so loudWhen you're whispering...Hey unfaithful I will teach youTo be stronger, to be stronger.Hey ungraceful I will teach youTo forgive one another.Here's my kiss to

Procyonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18056803.post-63294260759632348132007-01-26T01:05:00.000Z2008-12-12T03:58:22.718Z

"'Cause To Love You" When I'm feeling downNothing seems okI see her eyes and I believe I'll find a wayWhen I'm feeling downThings don't go so wellI see her eyes and I forget the tears that fellWhen I'm alone in the streetAnd I'm scared and tiredFor the first time in my whole life I felt desireWhen I'm far from homeAnd I just don't want to be foundI run into your arms and they bring my feet back

Procyonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18056803.post-36464553034675557442007-01-25T15:13:00.000Z2007-01-28T21:41:21.530Z

Ter uma relação séria não é construir um castelo na praia ou escrever um nome na areia. O vento ou a água do mar passam e levam tudo. Não é uma árvore no Outono, carregada de folhas secas que à força de um sopro se espalham no chão e a deixam totalmente despida. Pronta para que lhe nasçam bonitas folhas verdes novamente. Não é como um lago. Que mesmo depois de muita agitação imposta pela esteira

Procyonnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18056803.post-30010319173331788782007-01-06T20:30:00.000Z2007-01-25T20:56:10.788Z

Com o meu jeito super tímido, entrei na carruagem do metro e encostei-me à direita, junto da porta virado para o centro. O comboio arrancou e os meus olhos curiosos arrancaram também, navegaram pelo espaço, absorvendo as feições todas ali presentes. Não muito longe dali, a pouco mais de 3 metros, outros dois olhos faziam precisamente o mesmo, passeavam tímida e muito descontraidamente por todos

Procyonnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18056803.post-1165010774616763552006-12-01T23:38:00.000Z2007-01-25T19:01:25.614Z

"Hold Still II" In this little towncars they don't slow downThe lonely people hereThey throw lonely staresInto their lonely heartsI watch the traffic lightsI drift on Christmas nightsI wanna set it straightI wanna make it rightBut girl you're so far awayOh, hold still for a moment and I'll find youI'm so close, I'm just a small step behind you girlAnd I could hold you if you just stood stillI

Procyonnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18056803.post-1165009736669434742006-11-25T21:45:00.000Z2007-01-25T21:06:06.528Z

Como se é bom amigo de alguêm que se ama...? photograph by:Jenni Tapanila (suzi9mm)

Procyonnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18056803.post-1163603544933648942006-11-13T23:58:00.000Z2007-01-25T19:09:23.501Z

Pequeno mundo perdido.Sentimento esquecido.Dor e confusão.Profunda mão.Um sim?Não.É esconder tudo o que quero.Tentar, mas nunca ser o primeiro.Voar só no pensamento.Ser um autentico excremento.Cobarde e mentirosoIrresponsável e orgulhosoGostar de ser como souUma lágrima do meu avô.Civilização cega e estúpida,Tocados por ouro e roupaTotalmente controlados à brutaPelo tempo e por gente corrupta!Não

Procyonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18056803.post-1163603443630229132006-11-13T03:29:00.000Z2007-01-25T19:12:16.131Z

O que é sonhar, afinal?O que é a felicidade?O que é a mentiraE o q é a realidade?O que é a vida?O que é a morte?O que é uma feridaE o que é ter sorte?O que é ser esquecido?O que é ser achado?O que é ser perdidoE o que é ser roubado?O que é saber tudo?O que é não ser nada?O que é ser ouvidoE o que é uma espada?O que é que eu próprio sou?Quando é que tudo isto finda?Serão sinais de quem voouOu de

Procyonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18056803.post-1163200688191541592006-11-10T22:27:00.000Z2007-01-25T19:15:03.480Z

A caminho do nadaMas a caminho do tudo,Uma bala disparadaSobre um coração mudo.A dor é insuportávelE trás um calor distintoTem um travo incomparável,O simples horror que sinto.O sentimento é diferenteMas a magoa é igual,Fervor secreto e incandescenteTudo lembranças de um animal.Lembranças são o passado,O presente ou o futuro?Agora são sangue derramadoE tentar andar em frente é duro.Mas o

Procyonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18056803.post-1160959059706358002006-10-16T14:26:00.000+01:002007-01-25T19:19:34.537Z

O chocalhar das folhasNo negro do céuUma aragem friaNum cenário só meuNo fundo a musica tristeMelancolicamente perdidaRespira-me a mim da janelaNum só sopro de vidaMemórias dançam pelo arSentimentos passeiam pelo chãoE a Tal dor de estômago voltaÀ força bruta de um empurrãoA lista deslizaCanção após cançãoMas nada vocalizaO que sente o coraçãoQuero lavar o saborDo velho e do esquecidoQuero

Procyonnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18056803.post-1160958299689913412006-10-13T03:09:00.000+01:002007-01-25T19:19:48.660Z

Pensa bem por favorTer de suportar de novo a dorEsconder tudo em meu redor,Só por seres primavera...Ninguém quer uma estação do anoNem um amor platónico e mundanoNinguém quer que morra tudo hojeNem que amanhã morra outra vezQuerem antes ser quem te protegeE te demonstra sensatez...Baloiço que vai e voltaConfusão perdida no tempoAragem que fecha a portaE todos deixa a dormir ao relentoHouve tempos

Procyonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18056803.post-1160956447624285792006-09-21T00:49:00.000+01:002007-01-25T19:21:10.588Z

"Far Away" This time, This placeMisused, MistakesToo long, Too lateWho was I to make you waitJust one chanceJust one breathJust in case there's just one left'Cause you know,you know, you know[CHORUS]That I love youI have loved you all alongAnd I miss youBeen far away for far too longI keep dreaming you'll be with meand you'll never goStop breathing ifI don't see you anymoreOn my knees, I'll

Procyonnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18056803.post-1158755519162854372006-09-20T01:24:00.000+01:002007-01-25T19:21:46.741Z

"The Blowers Daughter" And so it isJust like you said it would beLife goes easy on meMost of the timeAnd so it isThe shorter storyNo love, no gloryNo hero in her skyI can't take my eyes off of youI can't take my eyes off youI can't take my eyes off of youI can't take my eyes off youI can't take my eyes off youI can't take my eyes...And so it isJust like you said it should beWe'll both forget the

Procyonnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18056803.post-1157074472133373182006-08-29T01:23:00.000+01:002007-01-25T19:24:24.970Z

Entro no meu quarto e ouço o telefone tocar, berrar de forma atroz, um soluçar de medo e saudade. Olho de relance a mesinha e reparo que é ela. Acendo a luz da casa de banho e sento-me na sanita. Olho o chão e reparo em dois bichos, a correr em direcções totalmente ao calhas... totalmente perdidos. Errante no chão branco imaginei ser um deles... cego... distante... sozinho... indiferente... mas

Procyonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18056803.post-1155717852103366692006-08-16T09:37:00.000+01:002007-01-25T19:24:57.005Z

"Star" "What cha wanna be - when you grow up" "What cha gonna do - when your time is up" "What cha gonna say - when things go wrong" "What cha wanna do - when you're on your own" There's a road - long and winding The lights are blindin' - but it gets there Don't look back - don't give up There's a silver linin' - it's out there somewhere Everybody wants an answer - everybody needs a friend We all

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