Froid

where's my youth?

Words

"Observe your use of words.
How truly do they convey
your meaning?
Pay attention, especially when
there is a lot of emotion.
Is there a tendency to hide
what you mean, or say it indirectly?
How would it be to really say
what you mean?"

Radiohead

They love like i was a brother

they protect me

listen to me

they dug me my very own garden

gave me sunshine

made me happy. nice dream

If you think that you're strong enough

Electrocute us all

I call up my friend the good angel

but she's out with

her ansaphone

She says she would love

but she can't.

my fuckin dream

is a special place... atemporal

Encruzilhada

Novela de horror
Presenças, espectros, magia, dimensões, planos de existência, níveis de realidade, todos esses termos tão caros a Normando não constituíam sequer notas de rodapé no imaginário de Luana. Sua mente era tão simples, tão frágil, como poderia lidar com o que viu quando entrou sozinha naquele quarto escuro?

Rodrigo Emanoel Fernandes

Moonshadow

A vida não era nem boa nem má- apenas era- e "Sunflower" não a vivia tanto quanto perambulava por ela.
Eu descobri que satisfação era uma coisa transitória confundida pela ansiedade.
Apesar de todos os traumas e meus ataques Byronianos de melancolia, meu otimismo jamais me abandonou. Por quê?
Porque: Eu tinha amor
Eu tinha sonhos.
Eu tinha música.
E, por último
Eu tinha Ira.

He can see the otherside of all things

What do you want from me?
what do you plan tonight?
You can see what i can't see.
What kind of monster are you?
You see inside. Inside of everything
You survived a hellish dream.

- I'm lying today. I know that you'll see this,
doesn't matter my face of truth, you 'll see and it'll kill
your heart, i know. But, i really need to know
your soul

trechos de Chiasm mais adaptação.

I'm not idiot today...

... i'm in adoration.

Freedom

I'm in the black.
And We don't need to talk too mutch here.
I'm free in this place, I'm free from your thoughts.
Free from your strangers lights.
I'm breathing the blue air here.
Concentraing myself in the deepest and incomum room
Sometimes i see your face, but is not your face. Is your agony.
I see your eyes too, they are so differente now.

just enjoy the silence. (...)

La fiesta de la verdad

Pendo del espacio

colgada de mis orejas

y mis párpardos

se han derretido.

Veras, agigantada,

se retuerce

en una risa horrible

aúla locamente

en mis oídos

y vomita em mis labios

y me besa,

y empuja su lengua helada

contra la mia

De Trina Quinõnes e sua sensibilidade refinada