sábado, 19 de outubro de 2024

eu caos

o barco que atracou no meu caos
rasgou-se as velas
cresceu-se forte pedra
por de baixo
e agora parece afundar 
lentamente.

segunda-feira, 7 de outubro de 2024

im not here

 Here Without You
3 Doors Down

Essa música é terrivelmente clichê, mas era a música que eu mais ouvia quando entrei na escolinha de inglês.

A hundred days have made me older
Since the last time that I saw your pretty face
A thousand lies have made me colder
And I don't think I can look at this the same

But all the miles that separate
They disappear now when I'm dreaming of your face

I'm here without you, baby
But you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you, baby
And I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you, baby
But you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight, it's only you and me, yeah
The miles just keep rolling
As the people leave their way to say hello
I've heard this life is overrated
But I hope that it gets better as we go, oh, yeah, yeah

I'm here without you, baby
But you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you, baby
And I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you, baby
But you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight, girl, it's only you and me

Everything I know, and anywhere I go
It gets hard, but it won't take away my love
And when the last one falls, when it's all said and done
It gets hard, but it won't take away my love, oh, oh, oh

I'm here without you, baby
But you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you, baby
And I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you, baby
But you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight, girl, it's only you and me, yeah, oh, yeah
Oh, oh, oh

E eu não estava apaixonada.
E toda santa vez que eu ouço essa música eu me lembro da escolinha de inglês em que eu era bully nada, nada, eu me sentia nada, eu sentia saudades de mim, porque eu no fundo sabia que eu era muito melhor que isso. Continuei sem saber sobre o que dizia a música porque na verdade eu odiava inglês.

‘Primeiro eu fui enterrada viva. Depois, o céu desabou.’

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