Quotidiano (dezasete): Música do dia...

They call it smokey taboo
I got your name tatooed
High like a helium balloon
Midnight to noon
I'm a desert child
And mountains make me nauseous
I like to look up wild
At an infinite sky
Twinkling with diamonds
It's true
I get depressed in fancy hotel rooms
Undressed
With nothing to flaunt but my lonelyness
Thinking of the night song of your head
Premature as evening falls across to me
Interrupted by the sirens in the streets

Cristal Heaven

Somedays
You're like an anchor on my heart they say
The stove and water taste sweet
more like rotten milk and rancid meat to me
I prefers when it is free
Like looking at the stars
Don't need no fancy cars
When they first
Our kisses sparked
Yeah i'm afraid of sharks
But not the dyke

Quotidiano (dezaseis): A vós

Há alturas em que a solidez da realidade me espreme a ilusão e a esperança até à última gota. E é entre o “quem sou?” e o mundo em meu redor que se liberta o deseperante “para quê?”. E se ouvisse os ecos deste cepticismo... Têm sido momentos de muitas mudanças. Mudanças não; talvez metamorfoses. Momentos maus, momentos excelentes, momentos melancólicos, momentos abençoados. O fim de ¼ de século (já poderei dizer ‘era’ não?). E, no centro deste tornado (só porque ‘tornado’ está na moda), desta que acaba por ser uma procura do Eu, a única coisa certa onde me consigo apoiar e a que fala por si é o amor daqueles que só querem o meu bem, por muito mal que às vezes o possam manifestar. E é isto, tão singelo, tão genuíno, que saceia as reticências e absorve os ecos. E é a esses que quero dedicar esta noite de insónias que em breve se vai tornar num novo dia. Provavelmente num dia em que me vou arrepender de estar a dizer tanto disparate; mas há coisas que simplesmente têm que ficar escritas, seja por onde for. Adoro-vos.

Oh give me the words
Give me the words
That tell me nothing
Oh give me the words
Give me the words
That tell me everything

Quotidiano (quinze): Quando uma música responde a outra

-All around me are familiar faces, worn out places...Hide my head I wanna drown mt sorrow, no tomorrow, no tomorrow...
- Lay your head where my heart used to be ...
- ...and I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad...the dreams in which I'm dying are the best I ever had...
- Don't say goodbye to me...! Describe the sky to me...
- I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take...
- ...give a little time for the child in you...don't be afraid to be young and free...!
- ...When people run in circles it's a very... very mad world...
- Undo the locks and then throw away the keys...!

Quotidiano (14): Heart Skipped A Beat

Heart Skipped A Beat

Please don't say we're done When I'm not finished I could give you so much Make you feel, like never before Welcome, they said welcome to the floor. It's been a while And you've found someone better But I've been waiting too long to give this up The more I see, I understand But sometimes, I still need you. Sometimes, I still need you I was struggling to get in Left waiting outside your door I was sure You'd give me more. No need to come to me When I can make it all the way to you You made it clear You weren't near Near enough for me. Heart skipped a beat And when I caught it you were out of reach But I'm sure, I'm sure You've heard if before.