Pular para o conteúdo principal

Postagens

Love is Hard (James Morrison)

I see lovers in the streets Walking without a care They wear it out loud Like there's something in the air Oh well, I don't care They're treading lightly No they don't sink in There's no tracks to follow They don't care where they're going And if they're lucky yeah they'll they'll get to see And if they're really really lucky They'll get to feel And it kicks so hard It breaks your bones Cuts so deep It hits your soul Tears you skin And makes your blood flow It's better that you know That love is hard Love takes hostages And gives them pain Gives someone the power To hurt you again and again Oh but they don't care And if they're lucky yeah they'll they'll get to see And if they're really really lucky Then they'll get to feel And if they're they're truely blessed Then they'll get to believe And if you're damned, you'll never let yourself be deceived And it kicks so hard It breaks your bon...

I Should Go (Levi Kreis)

Here we are Isn't it familiar I haven't had someone to talk to In a such long time And it's strange All we have in common And your company was just the thing I needed tonight But somehow I feel I should apologize Cause I'm just a little shaken by What's going on inside I should go Before my will gets any weaker And my eyes begin to linger Longer than they should I should go Before I lose my sense of reason And this hour holds more meaning Than it ever could I should go It's so hard Keeping my composure And pretend I don't see how your body  Curves beneath your clothes And your laugh Is pure and unaffected It frightens me to know so well The place I shouldn't go But I know I've got to take the noble path Cause I don't want you to question  The intentions that I have I should go Before my will gets any weaker And my eyes begin to linger Longer than they should I should go Before I lose my sense of reason And this hour holds more meaning Than i...

Outono...

Vivo a ânsia de um novo amor... à espera de alguém que toque o meu ser profundamente... Vivo a indecisão de não saber o que quero... Nessa noite gélida e sem cor de outono vivo a refletir coisas que não entendo... e procuro algo que me aqueça. Um pouco de café, uma dose de vinho, uma pitada de amor... E eu vivo assim... ou talvez não viva mais... Me perdi! Nessa noite silenciosa e sem vida de outono vivo a recordar coisas que nunca entendi... e procuro algo que aqueça o meu peito. Uma música, uma poesia, um abraço... Oh, mundo paralelo que eu criei... E me prendi! Vivo a vontade de um novo amor... à espera de alguém que toque o meu ser mais profundo... Vivo a indecisão de me perder ou me prender... E assim continuo...  Nessa gélida noite dos frágeis amores de outono...

Broken Strings (James Morrison feat Nelly Furtado)

Let me hold you For the last time It's the last chance to feel again But you broke me Now I can't feel anything When I love you Rings so untrue I can't even convince myself When I'm speaking It's the voice of someone else Oh it tears me up I try to hold on but it hurts too much I try to forgive but it's not enough To make it all okay You can't play on broken strings You can't feel anything That your heart don't want to feel I can't tell you something that ain't real Oh the truth hurts A lie's worse How can I give any more? When I love you a little less than before Oh what are we doing We are turning into dust Playing house in the ruins of us Running back through the fire When there's nothing left to save It's like chasing the very last train When it's too late Too late Oh it tears me up I try to hold on but it hurts too much I try to forgive but it's not enough To make it all okay You can't play on broken strin...

Caminhos Opostos...

This is Love (The Script)

It's in the eyes of the children As they leave for the very first time And it's in the heart of the soldier As he takes a bullet on the frontline It's in the face of a mother As she takes the force of a blow And its in the hands of the father yeah As he works his fingers to the bone I'm standing under a white flag oh Can you see me oh Can you see me oh I'm standing for everything we have oh Can you hear me oh Can you hear me oh This is why we do it This is worth the pain This is why we bow down And get back up again This is where the heart lies This is from above Love is this, this is love Love is why we do it Love is worth the pain Love is why we fall down And get back up again Love is where the heart lies Love is from above Love is this, this is love This is love This is love This is love It's in the soul of a city What it does after it crumbles and burns And it's in the blood of a hero To know where he goes he may never return I'm standing under ...

E assim eu continuo vivendo...

Tá difícil de me entender... Quero tantas coisas e na verdade não quero nada. Não quero estar só e não quero me prender... Não quero me apaixonar e tô louca pra preencher meu peito com alguém... Olho pra trás, olho pra frente e não vejo nada... Os lados também estão vazios... A maior certeza que tenho é a vontade de voar, estar livre, fugir e voltar... Ou voar ao infinito e nunca mais voltar... Me preocupo em estar só, me preocupo em ter alguém, me preocupo... E como não me preocupar? Estou no meu de um tiroteio de anseios, devaneios e desejos contraditórios. Todos os meus discursos se diluem nessa poeira insana do pensamento. Me sinto impotente, presa a um sistema de comodismo, de conformismo com o considerado inalcançável. Às vezes queria estar longe... Às vezes queria ter alguém por perto... Queria alguém pra cuidar de mim! Estou tão carente de cuidados... Eu cuido de tudo, mas ainda não aprendi a cuidar de mim! Ou talvez o melhor seria chutar o balde...