31 de dezembro

hoje é dia de pontos finais.

scratches

Obrigada pelos gestos e pelas acções.
Obrigada pelas palavras; elas não foram justas, foram duras, foram intolerantes. Mas a mensagem - não a que tu querias - foi entregue.
Obrigada por fazeres de mim mais humana, por mais uma marca, uma cicatriz.
Obrigada pela lição; passava sem ela, mas passar pela vida é receber lições como esta.
Que seja tua, outra lição.

Don't even think about reachin' me
I won't be home
Don't even think about stoppin' by
Don't think of me at all
I did, what I had to do
If there was a reason, it was you...

Don't even think about gettin' inside
Voices in my head, voices
I got scratches, all over my arms
One for each day, since I fell apart
I did, what I had to do
If there was a reason, it was you...

20-21.12

I admit it...what's to say...yeah...


I just hope you're on a better place
Where peace really exists
Where thoughts can fly like yellow birds
And land wherever they wish
I just hope that you can really see me
And guide my way through the march
Cause it's so hard to live with all this memories
And no support from your arms

Come and take me
18 strings