domingo, 23 de dezembro de 2007

FELIZ NATAL :)


Put the lights on the tree(Put them on the tree)

Put the ribbon on the wreath(Put it on the wreath)

Call your grandma on the phone(Call her on the phone)

If she's living all alone(If she's all alone)

Tell her Jesus Christ is here(Tell her He is here)

Tell her she has none to fear(There is none to fear)

If she's crying on the phone(Crying on the phone)

Tell her you are coming home(You are coming home)

sábado, 8 de dezembro de 2007







Be ready to go
You'll never know when
You'll never know why
Take off any time.


now hang me up to dry...

sexta-feira, 7 de dezembro de 2007

Dans Paris

Paul: I think we grossly underestimate our sorrows, in general. We always die of sadness, actually.
Alice: You mean sadness is put inside us at birth?
Paul: Yes.
Alice: Like eye color?
Alice: Exactly. That's why it needs our care, but others can do nothing. No one can do anything about eye color. Also, I think it would be fair to let you take care of your sorrow alone.

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Paul: I don't know what's happening. I don't trust myself when I'm in love. I get nervous and say the wrong things or I start examining, evaluating, calculating what I say. I say "Think it will rain?" She responds, "I don't know." Then I wonder if she's even interested. It all scares me to death. Yes, scared to death. A friend once told me having a fuck buddy is better than falling in love. I think he's right. Rain makes flowers grow and snails happy. That's a fact. But if a girl loves me she starts acting strangely, like asking me funny questions and pouting when I snap at her or saying things like "Think it will rain?" and I say "I have no idea" and she says "Oh" and gets all sad looking up at the California-blue sky. That makes me thank god it's you, darling. This time it's your turn.

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