Medication

I don't need an education
I learnt all I need from you
They've got me on some medication
My point of balance was askew
It keeps my temperature from rising
My blood is pumping through my veins

Somebody get me out of here
I'm tearing at myself
Nobody gives a damn about me or anybody else
I wear myself out in the morning
You're asleep when I get home
Please don't call me self defending
You know it cuts me to the bone
And it's really not surprising
I hold a force I can't contain

And still you call me co-dependent
Somehow you lay the blame on me
And still you call me co-dependent
Somehow you lay the blame on me
Somebody get me out of here
I'm tearing at myself
I've got to make a point these days
To extricate myself

And still you call me co-dependent
Somehow you lay the blame on me
And still you call me co-dependent

Somehow you lay the blame on me

Garbage

How many tears grew up in my head?

Terror de amar

Terror de te amar num sítio tão frágil como o mundo.

Mal de te amar neste lugar de imperfeição

Onde tudo nos quebra e emudece

Onde tudo nos mente e nos separa.

Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen

Cold... broken... alone...

Sinto-me traida, aldabrada, como se tivesse pago para viver num mundo perfeito e vive-se num mundo manchado de mentiras e traições! Não consigo mais tentar acreditar...

...when faced with my demons, I clothe them and feed them...

5 minutes of everything

Those days when you wake up,

And there's no one,

by our side,

My arm slide slowly to my left side and to my right side

and there's no one there to kiss you or to hear you

And you walk out there,

thinking in those days that you need,

we used to talk and talk about everything that stops our attention,

we used to talk and talk about everything

Those days,

when you walk at a barand try to keep a conversation with somebody else,

and no one out there you could sit down or walk.

There's no one there5 minutes of love,

5 minutes of hate,

5 minutes I try to call your name,

5 minutes of passion.

And no one knows the right place to gono meaning or just self-controlmaybe yeah

And you walk out there.

You need to talk with somebody else to know the problems are waiting for.

Outside the door,

the clock don't stop,

and even if it stops

5 minutes of love,

5 minutes of hate,

5 minutes I try to call your name,

5 minutes of passion.

And no one knows the right place to gono meaning or just self-control maybe yeah

Maybe you want to talk about old questions crying next to my ear,

but I don't care about those silly things,

I just don't care,

give me please five minutes of everything...

Me

...empty eyes... empty heart... empty soul...

She's been everybody else's girl. Maybe one day she'll be her own.

If roses are meant to be red

and violets to be blue

why isn't my heart meant for you

my hands are longing to touch you

I can barely breath

starry eyes that make me melt

right in front of me

lost in this world

I even get lost in this song

and when the lights go down

that is where I'll be found

this music's irresistable

your voice makes my skin crawl

innocent and pure I guess you heard it all before

mister inaccessible

will this ever change

one thing that remains the same

you're still a picture in a frame

lost in this world

I even get lost in this song

and when the lights go down

that is where I'll be found

I get lost in this world

I get lost in your eyes

and when the lights go down

that is where I'll be found

lost in this world

I get lost in your eyes

so when the lights go down

am I the only one?

Máscara

As cortinas fecham!

A máscara que cobre o meu rosto começa a estalar, cada dia se torna mais difcil esconder o olhar perdido, as linhas dos desastres, os labios curvados em luto pelo que sentem..

As asas perderam a energia para bater... pior perderam a vontade de sobrevoar mares e planices... de se perderem em sentimentos de euforia....

Cada dia se torna mais dificil esconder as lagrimas que teimam em derramar pelo meu olhar vidrado... a máscara perdeu o seu efeito...

Horror in my head

Stand back keep away

I'm not giving up my soul today

Evil men trying to eat at me

Is there a lesson to be learned

Another night another damn fright

I'm holding on to my head

If they look like dead and act like dead...

Well dead shouldn't walk in my house

Calling my name, begging my brains

Inviting me in, making me one of them

I'd rather tear my heart out

I don't wanna give in

I don't wanna concede

I don't wanna be

Where they wander

I don't wanna submit

To their way of politics

I don't wanna be

Where they wander

Endless pain their domain

Walking through the night

Nekorman finally eat at me

His tainted heart got to me

We are always gonna be

Forever we will be together in our lust

well we walk like dead and smell like dead

We look better than when we met

Calling your name, wanting your brains

Inviting you in, making you one of us

We'd like to tear your heart out

Horrorpops

Hold me... save me... protect me.. feel me... adore me... be with me...

Abismo

As vezes passamos por momentos na nossa vida de desespero sufocante a beira de um abismo...

...por isso tomo opium, é um remedio, sou um convanesente do momento moro no res-de-chão do pensamento a ver passsar a vida... faz-me tedio!

F.P

Butterfly Effect

Evan Treborn grows up in a small town with his single working mom and his friends. He suffers from memory blackouts where he suddenly finds himself somewhere else, confused. Evans friends and mom hardly believes him, thinking he makes it up just to get out of trouble. And it does seem to always happen something bad during these blackouts. Something that makes his friends depressed and violent. As Evan grows up he has less of these blackouts until he seems to have recovered. Since age of seven he has written a diary of his blackout moments as a kind of therapy. One day at college he starts to read one of his old diaries, and suddenly a flashback hits him like a brick! It appears his brain has finally released some of his lost memories. But to relive old memories can have dramatic consequences as he is about to find out...

Um dos melhores filmes que já vi, aconselho =)

Nunca te disse que conheco as almas boas pelo calor das suas mãos?

Halloween

The word itself, "Halloween," actually has its origins in the Catholic Church. It comes from a contracted corruption of All Hallows Eve. November 1, "All Hollows Day" (or "All Saints Day"), is a Catholic day of observance in honor of saints. But, in the 5th century BC, in Celtic Ireland, summer officially ended on October 31. The holiday was called Samhain (sow-en), the Celtic New year.

One story says that, on that day, the disembodied spirits of all those who had died throughout the preceding year would come back in search of living bodies to possess for the next year. It was believed to be their only hope for the afterlife.

The Celts believed all laws of space and time were suspended during this time, allowing the spirit world to intermingle with the living.

Naturally, the still-living did not want to be possessed. So on the night of October 31, villagers would extinguish the fires in their homes, to make them cold and undesirable. They would then dress up in all manner of ghoulish costumes and noisily paraded around the neighborhood, being as destructive as possible in order to frighten away spirits looking for bodies to possess.

Probably a better explanation of why the Celts extinguished their fires was not to discourage spirit possession, but so that all the Celtic tribes could relight their fires from a common source, the Druidic fire that was kept burning in the Middle of Ireland, at Usinach.

Some accounts tell of how the Celts would burn someone at the stake who was thought to have already been possessed, as sort of a lesson to the spirits.