`Where the fuck does everybody go when they have to go!?`

Gia

As vezes...

Dixie

Davas com cada peidinho e arroto brutal... Mas... tenho imensas saudades tuas....

Was it loneliness that brought you here
Broken and weak
Was it tiredness that made you sleep
Have you lost your will to speak
Was the earth spinning round
Were you falling through the ground
As the world came tumbling down
You prayed to God what have we done

Free me from these chains I need to change my way
Heal these broken wings I need to fly far away, far away, far away

Was it emptiness that made you weep
No more secrets to keep
Was it bitterness that gave you time
To forgive your sins
Was the earth spinning round
Were you falling through the ground
As the world came tumbling down
You prayed to God what have we done

Free me from these chains I need to change my way
Heal these broken wings I need to fly far away

Free me from these thoughts long forgotten down below
Take these angel’s words give them life to carry on, carry on, carry on
Free me from these chains…

Zero 7

Ainda me perguntas como não consigo ficar, como posso eu ficar se ao mínimo som o meu coração bate a mil e as minhas mãos suam!? Como posso eu ficar se o silencio não existe? Se volta e meia sou atacada por gritos sufocantes que me arrepiam a alma!? Odeio ter medo de ti... de vocês... do que possam fazer... Odeio ser medricas... e a única coisa que sei fazer é fugir....

Romeo and Juliet

Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.

Shakespeare

E eu gosto tanto dela que não sei como a desejar.Se a não vejo, imagino-a e sou forte como as árvores altas.Mas se a vejo tremo, não sei o que é feito do que sinto na ausência dela.

F.P

jErUsAleM

Sir can you tell me how to get to Jerusalem
‘Cause I have kinda lost my way
Sir will you help me get there as fast as I can
Tomorrow might be too late

‘Cause things ain’t what they used to be
My love for life is gone you see
Am I fighting things I cannot see
People always tellin’ me how sweet and simple life could be
They say you might as well live before you die

But one thing I know for sure
I am a danger to myself, how come
Yeah one thing I know for sure
I need some guidance, to get me out of this hellhole

Jerusalem, can you help me find my way back to Jerusalem, yeah

It took me quite a time to get into Jerusalem
´Cause I had kinda lost my way
I want to save me from myself so here I am
I hope it’s not too late

´Cause things ain’t what they used to be
My love for life is gone you see
Am I fighting things I cannot see
I am so afraid to love

´Cause of the way I’ve been hurt before
I think by now it’s time for me to leave
But one thing I know for sure
I am a danger to myself, how come

Yeah one thing I know for sure
I need some guidance, to get me out of this hellhole
Jerusalem, can you help me find my way back to Jerusalem
Jerusalem, can you help me find what I have lost

Things ain’t what they used to be
My love for life is gone you see
Am I fighting things I cannot see
I don’t wanna die this way
Wishing that I could turn back time

Wasted time, there is work to be done
But one thing I know for sure
I am a danger to myself, how come

Yeah one thing I know for sure
I need some guidance, to get me out of this hellhole
Jerusalem, can you help me find my way back to Jerusalem
Jerusalem, can you help me find what I have lost, yeah yeah

Alright
Jerusalem, Jerusalem, Jerusalem, Jerusalem

TWELFTH NIGHT

"Make me a willow cabin at your gate,

And call upon my soul within the house;

Write loyal cantons of contemned love

And sing them loud even in the dead of night;

Halloo your name to the reverberate hills

And make the babbling gossip of the air

Cry out 'Olivia!' O, You should not rest

Between the elements of air and earth,

But you should pity me!"

"What is love? 'tis not hereafter;

Present mirth hath present laughter;

What's to come is still unsure:

In delay there lies no plenty;

Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty,

Youth's a stuff will not endure."

"Come away, come away, death,

And in sad cypress let me be laid;

Fly away, fly away breath;

I am slain by a fair cruel maid.

My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,O, prepare it!

My part of death, no one so true

Did share it.Not a flower, not a flower sweet

On my black coffin let there be strown;

Not a friend, not a friend greet

My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown:

A thousand thousand sighs to save,

Lay me, O, where

Sad true lover never find my grave,

To weep there!"

Shakespeare

Sinto me presa! Presa a tudo e ao mesmo tempo a nada...

Odeio quando me sinto assim! Sinto-me como se cada pessoa que entra na minha vida arrancasse um bocado de mim, sai-se, e não me devolve-se....Sinto vazio... sinto-me perdida... sei que é tudo sensações momentâneas... que daqui a uma hora, um dia já não o sinto... Mas porque teima em reaparecer dia sim dia não!?

Is this desire

Enough enough

To lift us higher

To lift above?

O meu interior...

A Whisper escondida em mim lolol

Llorando

I was all right for a while,

I could smile for a while.

But I saw you last night;

You held my hand so tight

when you stopped to say hello.

Oh, you wished me well,

you couldn't tell that

I'd been crying over you,

crying over you.

And you said so long,

left me standing all alone.

Alone and crying

Crying.

It's hard to understand

But the touch of your hand

Can start me crying

I thought that I was over you

But it's true,

so true I love you even more

Than I did before

But darling, what can I do?

For you don't love me

And I'll always be

Crying over you.

Yes, now you're gone

And from this moment on

I'll be crying

crying over you.

Tortura

Tirar dentro do peito a Emoção,
A lúcida verdade, o Sentimento!
-- E ser, depois de vir do coração,
Um punhado de cinza esparso ao vento!...

Sonhar um verso de alto pensamento,
E puro como um ritmo de oração!
-- E ser, depois de vir do coração,
O pó, o nada, o sonho dum momento...

São assim ocos, rudes, os meus versos:
Rimas perdidas, vendavais dispersos,
Com que eu iludo os outros, com que minto!

Quem me dera encontrar o verso puro,
O verso altivo e forte, estranho e duro,
Que dissesse, a chorar, isto que sinto!!

Florbela Espanca

I need a star... will you be my star!?... who will you be!?

No meio de uma historia existem sempre 3 versões... a dele.... a dela.... e a verdade!

Passado

O passado é o passado... agora estamos no presente!