quarta-feira

Big Bang !

Quando eu tinha 15 anos me ensinaram que o ponto final é um mero início.

Aprendi direitinho.

sexta-feira

Genéticamente inclinada ao homicídio

Qualquer hora vou me dar o luxo de ter um dia de fúria. Comprar uma machadinha super hype, e numa bela manhã de sol, ao som do eletrizante tango Bajofondo, partir a cabeça do meu chefe ao meio, com maestria borrifar sangue pelo escritório inteiro.

segunda-feira

os olhos marejados dela
manipuladores
me delineiam de um tesão mordaz

e de tempos em tempos, me deixam com todo o medo do mundo.

quinta-feira

Won´t find it here - Black Label Society




You say that you're down, now
Can't find a place to rest your head
The leaves have all fallen
And your garden is dead
Turning your back now
Ain't nothing left to say
No need for tomorrow
When you can't find today

When you can't find today, oh
When you can't find today, oh
Search all you want, oh
Well you won't find it here, oh
Well the fortunes you seek, oh
They were always right here
They were always right here

Alone once again, now
Walked a mile inside your head
This movie's been played now
All is done and all is said
You're running so fast now
You can't get away
No need for tomorrow
When you can't find today