C. Drummond de Andrade
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Friday, May 20, 2011
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Hoje acordei assim
James - She's a star
Whenever she's feeling empty
Whenever she's feeling insecure
Whenever her face is frozen
Unable to fake it anymore
Her shadow is always with her
Her shadow could always keep her small
So frightened that he won't love her
She builds up a wall
Oh no, she knows where to hide in the dark
Oh no, she's nowhere to hide in the dark
She's a star
She's a star
She's been in disguise forever
She's tried to disguise her stellar views
Much brighter than all this static
Now she's coming through
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Friday, May 06, 2011
Monday, May 02, 2011
Honesty
"I like dead end signs. I think they're kind. They at least have the decency to let you know you're going nowhere."
Sunday, May 01, 2011
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Friday, April 29, 2011
Thursday, April 28, 2011
If being crazy means living life as if it matters, then I don't care if we are completely insane.
- So, what do a couple like you have to run away from?
- We're not running.
- So what's in Paris?
- A different life. Maybe we are running. We're running from the hopeless emptiness of the whole life here, right?
- The hopeless emptiness? Now you've said it. Plenty of people are on to the emptiness, but it takes real guts to see the hopelessness.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
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