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Ainda mora nesta casa
novembro 22, 2011, 2:01 am
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Na minha lembrança tu estás sempre dobrando a esquina,
No meu querer tu estás sempre voltando pra mim.



Closer
novembro 19, 2011, 4:17 am
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Closer:

Alice: I don’t love you anymore.
Dan: Since when?
Alice: Now, just now. I don’t wanna lie, can’t tell the truth, so… It’s over.
Dan: It doesn’t matter. I love you, none of it matters.
Alice: Too late. I don’t love you anymore, good-bye. Here is the truth, so now you can hate me: Larry fucked me all night. I enjoyed it, I came… I prefer you. Now go.
Dan: I knew that, he told me.
Alice: You knew?
Dan: I needed to hear it from you.
Alice: Why?
Dan: Because he might have been lying. I had to hear it from you.
Alice: I would never have told you because I know you’d never forgive me.
Dan: I would. I have!
Alice: Why did he tell you?
Dan: Because he is a bastard.
Alice: How could he?
Dan: Because he wanted this to happen.
Alice: But why test me?
Dan: Because I’m an idiot.
Alice: Yes! I would have loved you… Forever. Now please go.
Dan: Don’t do this Alice, talk to me.
Alice: I am talking, fuck off.
Dan: No, I’m sorry. You misunderstand. I didn’t mean to…
Alice: Yes you did.
Dan: I love you.
Alice: Where?
Dan: What?
Alice: Show me. Where’s this love? I can’t see it, I can’t touch it, I can’t feel it. I can hear it. I can hear some words
but I can’t do anything with your easy words Whatever you say, it’s too late.
Dan: Please, don’t do this.
Alice: It’s done. Now please go, or I’ll call security.
Dan: No, you’re not on a strip club, there’s no security. Why did you fuck him?
Alice: I wanted to.
Dan: Why?
Alice: I desired him.
Dan: Why?
Alice: You weren’t there!
Dan: Why him?
Alice: He asked me nicely.
Dan: You’re a liar.
Alice: So?
Dan: WHO ARE YOU?
Alice: I’M NO ONE!

 



Voz
novembro 16, 2011, 2:35 am
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Colada em meus ouvidos está essa voz,
Cochichantemente rouca, eloqüentemente rara…
Ela, que me abraça em cada onda sonora
Ela, que me assusta quando vai embora.



Retrato da ansiedade.
novembro 14, 2011, 12:21 am
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Não são mais contínuas as minhas ações:
Faço o trabalho de biologia,
Paro, faço um pouco de literatura,
Como alguma coisa – qualquer coisa,
Inicio um chicle,
Assisto a um filme e ele é muito longo,
Fico nervosa porque ele demora para acabar, e o tempo não passa
Mas o tempo voa,
Me canso do chicle,
Volto para o trabalho de biologia,
Lavo a garagem,
Como outro chicle,
Escrevo mais um resumo de literatura,
Escuto a trilha sonora de Marie Antoinette,
Depois de The Tourist, Like Crazy, Flamenco, Vicky Cristina Barcelona
– nenhuma inteira, longe disso… Três músicas é o máximo.
Vou ao banheiro.
Jogo fora o chicle,
Aponto um lápis e organizo minhas folhas,
enquanto coloco outro chicle na boca.
Leio minha caderneta,
Fecho os olhos e imagino… – com a tua moeda em punhos.
Sento, levanto, ando, sento, ando, levanto, sento.
Ando em círculos, corro atrás da cauda, abraço no Otto, banheiro de novo.
Choro!
Quatro lágrimas, fortes, pesadas, desesperadas, encharcadas, tristes, gritantes…
Canso de chorar, leio.
Perco o foco. Penso em tudo, penso em nada.
O tempo todo focada, o tempo todo.
Até não haver mais foco, até não haver mais tempo.



Overwhelmed
novembro 4, 2011, 1:46 am
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Quando a música fala por mim:

Overwhelmed – CALLmeKAT

I am so overwhelmed
By this feelings I have for you
I’m walking around on a cloud
I don’t have a single clue
On what to do

The best version of me
It’s in your arms, you see
So let’s share this precious moments
I’m sure there’s more to come

I feel so paralyzed
I can’t stay focused
When you turned my world
I’ve been acting like a silly girl

The best version of me
It’s in your arms, you see
So let’s share this precious moments
I’m sure there’s more to come

I’m aware that I hardly know you
This is pretty strange
Would someone tell me what to do
I’m just aching to see you again
To see you again

The best version of me
It’s in your arms, you see
So let’s share this precious moments
I’m sure there’s more to come
I’m sure there’s more to come