Sem dramas, sem stresses, com tranquilidade. Quando o tempo deixa. Todas as imagens são da minha autoria (ou da minha máquina fotográfica) e já sabem, DIREITOS RESERVADOS.
sexta-feira, 31 de julho de 2009
Escargot
quinta-feira, 30 de julho de 2009
terça-feira, 28 de julho de 2009
sexta-feira, 24 de julho de 2009
In My Tree
up here in my tree
newspapers matter not to me
no more crowbars to my head
i'm trading stories with the leaves instead
wave to all my friends
they don't seem to notice me
all their eyes trained on the street
sidewalk cigarettes and scenes
up here so high i start to shake
up here so high the sky i scrape
i'm so high i hold just one breath here within my chest
newspapers matter not to me
no more crowbars to my head
i'm trading stories with the leaves instead
wave to all my friends
they don't seem to notice me
all their eyes trained on the street
sidewalk cigarettes and scenes
up here so high i start to shake
up here so high the sky i scrape
i'm so high i hold just one breath here within my chest
sexta-feira, 17 de julho de 2009
I believe I can fly...
Papôa...
Sai uma bica!
Crawling
Crawling in my skin
These wounds, they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
Consuming/confusing
This lack of self-control I fear is never ending
Controlling/I can't seem
To find myself again
My walls are closing in
(Without a sense of confidence, I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before
So insecure
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