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e a mudança foi séria...

  • Feb. 5th, 2009 at 12:41 PM
Bem, insisto em comunicar aos meus leitores não-assíduos que realmente mudei de endereço, e que os comentários estão mais que nunca abertos ao público.

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but I want love, just a different kind...

  • Jul. 11th, 2008 at 4:55 PM

Finalmente, um post sem música. Às vezes eu realmente fico chocada com a minha mudança repentina de humor. Mas são coisas tão pequenas que o fazem melhorar ou piorar.

Felizmente, estou melhor (neste momento). Ainda estava sentindo-me ansiosa, insegura, culpada... já derramei algumas lágrimas pelo acontecido que iniciou-se na segunda e só foi terminar na quarta. É impossível querer esquecer tudo o que aconteceu, ainda mais de uma hora pra outra.

Porém, ao entrar no meu orkut, vi um scrap que... bem, há dias atrás eu queria receber esta resposta, e ela me veio exatamente como eu queria. EXATAMENTE mesmo! As mesmas palavras... Tudo! Isso realmente mudou meu dia...

Me sentindo uma meninina de 13 anos. =]

But I want love, just a different kind
I want love, won't break me down
Won't brick me up, won't fence me in
I want a love, that don't mean a thing
That's the love I want, I want love

when I dream...

  • Jul. 10th, 2008 at 6:52 PM

Leave me dreaming on the bed
See you right back here tomorrow.. for the next round
Keep the scene inside your head
As the bruises turn to yellow
Swelling goes down..

And if you`re ever around
In the city or the suburbs.. of this town
Make sure to come around
I'll be wallowing in sorrow
Wearing a frown
Like Pierrot the Clown

Saw you crashing round the bay
Never seen you act so shallow
Or look so.. brown
Remember all the things you`d say
How your promises rang hollow
As you threw me to the ground

And if you`re ever around
In the backstreets or the alleys.. of this town
Make sure to come around
I'll be wallowing in pity
Wearing a frown
Like Pierrot the Clown

When I dream
I dream.. your lips
When I dream
I dream.. your kiss
When I dream
I dream.. your fists..
..your fists..
..your fists..

Leave me bleeding on the bed
See you right back here tomorrow.. for the next.. round
Keep the scene inside your head
As the bruises turn to yellow
Swelling goes down..

And if you`re ever around
In the city or the suburbs of this town
Make sure you to come around
I'll be wallowing in sorrow
Wearing a frown
Like Pierrot the Clown
Like Pierrot the Clown
Like Pierrot the Clown
Like Pierrot the Clown
Like Pierrot the Clown



De mim (mas como se fosse ele), para mim. E pensar que tudo já passou num piscar de olhos. Mas ainda está lá, bem no fundo, me corroendo...

I'll cry about this
And hide my cuckold eyes...

you wear me out

  • Jul. 8th, 2008 at 2:06 PM

Well if you wanted honesty, That´s all you had to say
I never want to let you down or have you go, it´s better off this way.
For all the dirty looks,
For photographs your boyfriend took,
Remember when you broke your foot, from jumping out the second floor

I´m not okay
I´m not okay
I´m not okay
You wear me out

What will it take to show you that it´s not the life it seems?
(I´m not okay)
I told you time and time again you sing the words but don´t know what they mean
To be a joke and look
Another line without a hook
I held you close as we both shook for the last time
Take a good hard look!

I´m not okay
I´m not okay
I´m not okay
You wear me out

Forget about the dirty looks
The photographs your boyfriend took
You said you read me like a book, but the pages are all torn and frayed

I´m okay
I´m okay
I´m okay, now
(I´m okay, now)

But you really need to listen to me
Because I´m telling you the truth
I mean this I´m okay!
(Trust me)

I´m not okay
I´m not okay
Well, I´m not okay
I´m not o-fucking-kay
I´m not okay
I´m not okay
(okay)



É deprimente ver como as pessoas possuem a capacidade de serem burras em momentos consecutivos. Definitivamente, comodismo e persistência em erros é algo que me assusta. (Y)

such a beautiful lie to believe in...

  • Jul. 7th, 2008 at 9:23 PM

Lie awake in bed at night
And think about your life
Do you want to be different?
(Different)
Try to let go of the truth
The battles of your youth
'Cause this is just a game

It's a beautiful lie
It's a perfect denial
Such a beautiful lie to believe in
So beautiful, beautiful
It makes me

It's time to forget about the past
the past)
To wash away what happened last
(away what happened last, happend last)
Hide behind an empty face
(empty face)
Don't have too much to say
'Cause this is just a game

It's a beautiful lie
It's a perfect denial
Such a beautiful lie to believe in
So beautiful, beautiful
It makes me

Ohhhhh

Beautifuuuuuuuul

Everyone who's lookin' at me
I'm running around in circles, baby
Acquired desperation's building higher
I've got to remember this is just a game

So beautiful, beautiful, it's a beautiful (lie)
So beautiful, beautiful, it's a beautiful (lie)
So beautiful, beautiful, it's a beautiful (lie)
So beautiful, beautiful (lie)

It's a beautiful lie
It's a perfect denial
Such a beautiful lie to believe in
So beautiful, beautiful
It makes me





Tem dia que apenas as músicas bastam.

Saudades daquele que me fez sorrir naquela sexta-feira.

...

  • Jul. 3rd, 2008 at 3:17 PM

Pensamento do semestre: Eu odeio Representação Técnica.

P.S.: Outro dia conto o motivo desse post.
 

he said: "you"...

  • Jun. 27th, 2008 at 2:22 PM

She was waiting at the station
He was getting off the train
He didnt have a ticket so he had to bum through the barriers again.
Well the ticket inspector saw him rushing through
He said "girl you don't know how much I missed you but
We'd better run cos' I havent got the funds to pay this fine."

She said "fine."

Well so they ran out of the station and jumped onto a bus
With two of yesterdays travel cards and two bottles of Bud,
And he said "you look well nice."
Well she was wearing a skirt
And he thought she looked nice
And yeah, she didnt really care about anything else
Because she only wanted him to think that she looked nice,
And he did.

But he was looking at her, yeah all funny in the eye.
She said "come on boy tell me what your thinking,
Now dont be shy."

He said alright, "I'll try.
All the stars up in the sky and the leaves in the trees,
All the broken bits that make you jump up and grassy bits in between.
All the matter in the world is how much I like you."


She said "what?"
He said "let me try and explain again.

Right, birds can fly so high, or they can shit on your head,
Yeah they can almost fly into your eye and make you feel so scared.
But when you look at them, and you see that they're beautiful,
That's how i feel about you.
Right birds can fly so high and they can shit on your head,
Yeah they can almost fly into your eye and make you feel well scared.
But when you look at them, and you see that they're beautiful,
That's how i feel about you.
Yeah thats how i feel about you."

She said "what?"
He said "you."
She said "what are you talking about?"
He said "you. "

Right birds can fly so high or they can shit on your head
Yeah they can almost fly into your eye and make you feel so scared.
But when you look at them, and you see that they're beautiful,
That's how i feel about you.
Right birds can fly so high or they can shit on your head,
Yeah they can almost fly into your eye and make you feel well scared.
But when you look at them, and you see that they're beautiful,
That's how i feel about you.
Right, thats how i feel about you.

She said "thanks, I like you too."
He said "cool." 

A sexta-feira mais bem-humorada do primeiro semestre. Fim das aulas. Prova impecável de linda. Até tive direito a foto com o Glauco. E... alguém que eu jamais esperei, me fez sorrir. Me sentindo como em Birds.

P.S.: E afinal, a pior nota da mandala, se não me engano, não foi a minha... :]

the extraordinary girl

  • Jun. 24th, 2008 at 2:03 PM

she's an extraordinary girl
in a ordinary world
and she can't seem to get away

she
lacks the courage in her mind
like a child left behind
like a pet left in the rain

she's all alone again
wiping the tears from her eyes
some days she feels like dying
she gets so sick of crying

she sees the mirror of herself
and a image she wants to sell
to anyone willing to buy

she's all alone again
wiping the tears from her eyes
some days she feels like dying
some days it's not worth trying
now that they've pulled the fun in
she gets so sick of crying

Com as devidas desculpas ao Billy Joe pelas modificações necessárias. 

revirando o passado

  • Jun. 22nd, 2008 at 9:25 PM

Tava agora pouco no orkut, olhando o perfil de uma pessoa que há muito tempo não converso e que eu considerava como sendo muito especial pra mim. É engraçado como são as coisas. Num momento a gente se envolve com determinada pessoa, dá aquele fogo todo, vontade de conhecer, de abraçar, beijar, ficar junto... e pra sempre. A gente acha que aquilo é a melhor coisa que existe e que durará pra sempre. Nem imagina que em poucos meses (ou muito menos que isso), a coisa pode dar uma reviravolta mais que inesperada e... quando você pára pra pensar, passaram-se anos e tá tudo tão diferente...

Jamais na minha vida eu imaginei de estar onde estou. Jamais pensei que algum dia eu entraria pra Universidade do Estado de Minas Gerais, que até 2006 era quase uma desconhecida pra mim, e que lá eu faria Design Gráfico. Jamais pensei que eu teria o tipo de atitude que estou tendo dentro da faculdade. Jamais pensei que eu poderia estar com os amigos que estou. E imaginar que em 2005 meus planos eram completamente diferentes... E que (quase) tudo o que eu queria se desmoronou assim... em 2 anos?

Oficialmente, última semana com aulas. Terça, UEMG pra fazer parte da prova de Representação. Quarta, Flusser. Sexta, Representação. Acabou o primeiro período.