Current Mood...

All you women who want a man of the street
But you don't know which way you wanna turn
Just keep a coming and put your hand out to me
'Cause I'm the one who's gonna make you burn
I'm gonna take you down - down, down, down
So don't you fool around
I'm gonna pull it, pull it, pull the trigger
Shoot to thrill, play to kill
Too many women with too many pills
Shoot to thrill, play to kill
I got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at will
Yeah
I'm like evil, I get under your skin
Just like a bomb that's ready to blow
'Cause I'm illegal, I got everything
That all you women might need to know
I'm gonna take you down - yeah, down, down, down
So don't you fool around
I'm gonna pull it, pull it, pull the trigger
Shoot to thrill, play to kill
Too many women with too many pills
Shoot to thrill, play to kill
I got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at will
'Cause I shoot to thrill, and I'm ready to kill
I can't get enough, I can't get MY FILL
I shoot to thrill, play to kill
Yeah, pull the trigger
Pull it, pull it, pull it, pull the trigger
Oh
Shoot to thrill, play to kill
Too many women, with too many pills
I said, shoot to thrill, play to kill
I got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at will
'Cause I shoot to thrill, and I'm ready to kill
And I can't get enough, and I can't get my FILL
'Cause I shoot to thrill, play it kill
Yeah
Shoot you down
Yeah
I'm gonna get you to the bottom and shoot you
I'm gonna shoot you
Oh hoo yeah yeah yeah
I'm gonna shoot you down yeah yeah
I'm gonna get you down
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Shoot you, shoot you, shoot you, shoot you down
Shoot you, shoot you, shoot you down
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ooooooh
I'm gonna shoot to thrill
Play to kill
Shoot to thrill
yeah, ooh yeah

Rescreva-se!

Unwritten
Natasha Bedingfield

(Essa mocinha tem muuuita razao!)


I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Oh, oh, oh

I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines
We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten

Oh, yeah

Atchim!

Nossa... Quanta poeira neste blog! Preciso passar mais por aqui...

Será?

E Terminamos Aqui...

Termina o dia com uma certa falta de sabor.
Afinal, alimentamos aquilo que é harmonia para não prestar atenção na letra.
Comecei o dia cantando “Back to You”.

Termino imaginando “Dreaming With a Broken Heart”.


De qualquer maneira, obrigado Deus por este dia de domingo.

Não há mais o que esperar agora.

Boa noite.

Um pouco de ressaca de sono premia o domingo abafado do meu quarto.
Os olhos lacrimejam com a noite pouco dormida.
Apenas para não acostumar com coisas boas.
Amo a noite bem dormida.
Essa não foi... Mas ok.
Hoje, mesmo me levantando só,
Foi um breve momento de contemplação ao ócio.
Vários e-mails do meu chefe, que fica recluso ao frenesi do trabalho sem limites.
Eu apenas rolei para o lado e vi a luz piscando.
Pensei: “como ele consegue?”
Mas por isso é o grande profissional que é.
Porém, eu sou diferente.

Acordei, caminhei pelos pêlos macios do meu tapete.
Esfreguei as bochechas flácidas da idade.
Como se fosse velho.
É gostoso envelhecer...
De certa forma...
Melhor ainda é caminhar pela rua 
Sentindo-se o único espírito nada animal da terra.
Enfim, um pouco de egocentrismo.

Sentei-me no sofá de coro negro...
Um pouco de incenso.
Algumas ligações...
Ninguém atende.
Um sms...
Outro.
Enfim, abro meu Mac Ultra Super Book.
Escrevo no blog.
Escuto John Mayer.
Digo a ela que vou ligar para minha mãe.
Digo que vou caminhar pelo Iguatemi.
Digo o que quero.

Como é doce escrever sobre o normal dia do dia.

Não há obrigação com o coração.
Há um pouco de tudo.
Muito do nada.
Mesmo sendo o inicio do “pomeriggio”
O fim do dia eu já sei como será.

Pode ser que volte aqui e diga mais o que quero.
Afinal, o dia é meu.

Como é doce escrever sobre o dia do meu dia.

De novo, o dia é meu.