domingo, 24 de fevereiro de 2008


Tenho saudades tuas, meu anjo.
Tenho saudades de ser inocente, feliz.
Saudade de estar a aprender e de ter vida toda pela frente.
Sinto-me a afundar em tristeza.
Sinto como se me estivesse a afogar e absolutamente nada nem ninguém me pudesse salvar.
Tenho de sair do poço, não posso pensar no fundo do poço.
Estou parva e a deprimir-me.

terça-feira, 19 de fevereiro de 2008

Bothered,am I?

Is it bothering me?
Yes, probably it is.
I don't even love you, but is a good feelin', the one you were givin' to me.
Anyone knows it feels good when someone watches over you, talk to you, show some interest in you. And if that person stops doin' that, you feel it. It's bad, you don't want it.
You just want that feelin' again.
And that's how I am now, I want to feel that way again.
Honestly and childishly I hope next time I'll see you, you'll be as usual. But some part inside says you won't. And that's what will happen.
I just have to remind me of that.

sábado, 9 de fevereiro de 2008


Startling news and I started to get aroused.
I walked down the road, hair wavering in the wind.
And then she was. This beautiful maiden with eyes so blue.
She smiled at me. I was deeply lost in her eyes. She walked my direction. I just stare, gazing at her.