O Anjo Mais Velho

O dia mente a cor da noite, e o diamante a cor dos olhos... Os olhos mentem, dia e noite, a dor da gente... Enquanto houver você do outro lado, aqui deste eu consigo me orientar... A cena se repete, a cena se inverte, me enchendo a alma daquilo em que outrora eu deixei de acreditar...

Tua palavra, tua história, tua verdade fazendo escola... Tua ausência fazendo silêncio em todo lugar... Metade de mim, agora é assim. De um lado a poesia, o verbo, a saudade. De outro, a luta a força e a coragem para chegar ao fim... E o fim é belo, incerto, depende de como você vê o novo, o credo, a fé que você deposita em você... E só enquanto eu respirar, vou me lembrar de você, só enquanto eu respirar...

Too late...

I'm holding on your hope, got me ten feet off the ground... And I'm hearing what you say, but I just can't make a sound... You tell me that you need me, than you go and cut me down, but wait... You tell me that you're sorry, didn't think I'd turn around and say "It's too late to apologyze... It's too late"...

I'd take another chance, take a fall, take a shot for you... I need you like a heart needs a beat, but it's nothing new... I loved you with a fire red, now it's turning blue... And you say "I'm sorry" like an angel, heaven let me think it was you... But I'm afraid...

To my mother....

Oi pessoas... Saudades de vocês!
Sei que me ausentei por um longo período, mas foram tantas coisas acontecendo que ficou impraticável passar por aqui prá escrever... Confesso que me senti um tanto quanto desestimulada, mas isso não vem ao caso neste momento... Além disso, para aqueles que não sabem, perdi minha mãe recentemente... Ela adoeceu e faleceu muito rápido, e foi uma pancada muito forte, prá toda a família... Por isso, o post de hoje é dedicado à ela...

Spent all your time waiting for that second chance, for a break that'd make it okay... There's always some reason to feel not good enought... And it's hard at the end of the day... I need some distraction, beautiful release... Memories seep from my veins, let me be empty, weightless and, maybe, I'll find some peace tonight... In the arms of the angel, fly away from here, from this dark, cold, hotel room, and the endlessness that you feel... You're pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie... You're in the arms of the angels, maybe you'll find some confort here... So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn there's vultures and thieves at your back, and the storm keeps on twisting... You keep on building the lies, that you make up for all that you lack... It makes no difference escaping on last time... It's easier to believe in this sweet madness, this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees... You're in the arms of the angels, fly away from here... You're in the arms of the angels... Hope you'll find some confort here...

Mais make... (by R.E.)

Olá meninas, como estão?? Fiquei um tempão sem aparecer por aqui, devido à correria dessa vida louca vida, e peço desculpas.. Hoje vim só mostrar prá vcs um outro make que um amigo fez prá mim.. Espero que gostem...

Bjos à todas... Bom final de semana..

Make (by R.E.) ...

Boa noite moças, como estão?
Passei por aqui só prá mostrar um outro make feito por um amigo meu, um cara extremamente habilidoso (o mesmo que fez o make anterior)... Espero que gostem... Beijos, e boa noite!

Anyone...

Anyone who had a love close to this, knows what I'm saying... Anyone who wants a dream to come true, knows how I'm feeling... Anyone who ever kissed in the rain, knows the whole meaning... Anyone who ever stood in the light, needs no explaining... But everything more, or less, apears so meaningless, blue and cold... Walking alone through the afternoon traffic, I miss you so... Anyone who felt like I do, anyone who wasn't ready to fall... Anyone who loved like I do, knows it never really happens at all... It's over when it's over...

Make-Up (by Rodrigo Enomoto)

You've got that look again... The one I hoped I had when I was a lad... Your face is just beaming... Your smile got me boasting, my pulse roller-coastering... Anyway, the four winds that blow, they're gonna send me sailing home to you... Or I'll fly with the force of a rainbow, the dream of gold will be waiting in your eyes...

You know I'll do most anything you want.. Hey, I'll try to give you everything you need, I can see that it gets to you...

Her faith is amazing... The pain that she goes through, contained in the hope for you... Your whole world has changed, the years spent before seem more cloudy than blue... In many ways, your baby's controlling, when you haven't laid down for days... For the poor, no time to be thinking... They're too busy finding ways...

You know I'll do mos anything you want... Hey, I'll try to give you everything you need, I can see that it gets to you... I don't believe in many things, but in you.. I do...