Monday, November 09, 2009

As vozes em redor estão mudas
Bocas cheias de movimento vazio
Penso de ti em abraços passados,
Vontades secretas qu'inundam a pele.

Permeias meu tempo; meu escuro, meu claro
Guardas tu segredo em gestos falados
Espero sem desespero revelações circunscritas
A sons graves, jogos meigos d'àngústia finita.

- Holdin' on, Citizen Cope

Sunday, November 08, 2009

«What do I do when I want to...
Be as close as I can get to you?
I feel like a cruel girl
Saying both yes and no
I want you to want me
I need to trust you though...

What do I do when I fall through...
Fears so long and dark that I lose you?
I feel like a lost girl
Letting my torn heart show
If you're so far away, boy
How will you ever know...?

What do I do?

I feel like a small girl
Falling beneath your form
If I set you on fire...
Will you keep me warm?

What do I do when I want to...?
What do I do when I want you?
What do I do, what do I do..»

- What do I do, Sam Phillips