terça-feira, 8 de março de 2011

Matei meus últimos vinte amigos queimados e fiz ques-tão de deixar suas cinzas pelos cantos da casa.
Seis da manhã e o sono ainda estava longe, não sabia se era porque queria ou se por causa dos remédios. Mas estava acordado. Sozinho. Esperando por algum suspiro antes da morte. Suave. Calmo.
Sentia a impermanência em tudo; e era o que realmente acontecia. Tudo mudava numa questão de milésimos, até os pensamentos.
Quanta paciência.
Santa insegurança!

Pearl Jam pra hoje..

Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me as her body once did
All five horizons revolved around her soul
As the earth to the Sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn
Oh, and all I taught her was everything
Oh, I know she gave me all that she were
And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything?
Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything
I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head
I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning
How quick the Sun can, drop away
And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything?
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything
All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I will be, yeah
Uh huh, uh huh, oh
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life, I know you'll be a star
In somebody else's sky, but why, why, why
Can't it be, can't it be mine