segunda-feira, setembro 30, 2002

Out Of Reach / Knew the signs / Wasn't right / I was stupid for a while / Swept away by you / And now I feel like a fool / So confused, / My heart's bruised / Was I ever loved by you? / Out of reach, so far / I never had your heart / Out of reach, / Couldn't see / We were never / Meant to be / Catch myself / From despair / I could drown / If I stay here / Keeping busy everyday / I know I will be OK / But I was / So confused, / My heart's bruised / Was I ever loved by you? / So much hurt, / So much pain / Takes a while / To regain / What is lost inside / And I hope that in time, / You'll be out of my mind / And I'll be over you / Out of reach, / So far / You never gave your heart / In my reach, I can see / There's a life out there / For me

sábado, setembro 28, 2002

Última de Thiago Capanema, sobre tipos de shampoo:

"para cabelos secos, rebeldes e difíceis de disciplinar (eu gosto desse aqui, parece que seu cabelo é um adolescente)"

Hahahahaha, só ele mesmo... :)

sexta-feira, setembro 27, 2002

já devo ter postado no mínimo um milhão de vezes essa música mas... me aguentem. é que é TÃO boa essa letra que dói...

Shadowboxer

Once my lover, now my friend
What a cruel thing to pretend
What a cunning way to condescend
Once my lover, and now my friend

Oh, you creep up like the clouds
and you set my soul at ease
Then you let your love abound
and you bring me to my knees

Oh, it's evil, babe -- the way you let your grace
enrapture me
when well you know I'd be insane to ever let that
dirty game recapture me

You made me a shadowboxer, baby
I wanna be ready for what you do
I've been swinging all around me
cause I don't know when you're gonna make your move

Oh, your gaze is dangerous
and you fill you space so sweet
If I let you get too close
you'll set your spell on me

So darlin' I just wanna say --
just in case I don't come through --
I was on to every play
I just wanted you


But oh, it's so evil, my love -- the way you've no
reverence to my concern
So I'll be sure to stay wary of you, love
to save the pain of once my flame and twice my burn

quarta-feira, setembro 25, 2002

Noções de Gestalt para vocês:

"Entretando, falar sobre o passado não traz energia suficiente para presentificá-lo nem possibilidade de integrá-lo ao presente de modo a propiciar crescimento. Da mesma forma, viver como se estivesse no passado ou futuro retira qualquer possibilidade de viver o único momento possível: o agora."

Tirando aquele pedacinho acho que Perls serve bem pro momento.
Vou voltar lá pros meus estudos...
tédio é: seu paciente estar há meia hora na sala de espera e você estar boiando e não poder ir atendê-lo porque em algum lugar dos 24 volumes de suas obras completas freud disse que não... aff.
eu sabia que devia ter feito exatas...
... fase 'come to stay or stay away'

terça-feira, setembro 24, 2002

lição aprendida numa segunda-feira à noite:

Quem é vivo sempre aparece.

Nem sempre da meneira como você espera, mas enfim...

domingo, setembro 22, 2002

Fui encher o saco do meu irmão via ICQ (detalhe, o computador dele fica ao lado do meu aqui) e olha o que levei:

~* Iris *~ : oi quer tc?
hahahahaha

[npc][tannuri] : qts anos?

~* Iris *~ : hahahaha 22 e vc?

[npc][tannuri] : ah, nem to afim de tc com coisa de validade vencida

Buááááááá... Até meu próprio irmão! Tá feia a coisa...

domingo, setembro 15, 2002

Bathwater

You and your museum of lovers
The precious collection you’ve housed in your covers
My simpleness threatened by my own admission

And the bags are much too heavy
In my insecure condition
My pregnant mind is fat full with envy again

But I still love to wash in your old bathwater
Love to think that you couldn’t love another
I can’t help it…you’re my kind of man

Wanted and adored by attractive women
Bountiful selection at your discretion
I know I’m diving into my own destruction

So why do we choose the boys that are naughty?
I don’t fit in so why do you want me?
And I know I can’t tame you…but I just keep trying

‘Cause I love to wash in your old bathwater
Love to think that you couldn’t love another
I’m on you list with all your other women
But I still love to wash in your old bathwater
You make me feel like I couldn’t love another
I can’t help it…you’re my kind of man


Why do the good girls always want the bad boys?

So I pacify problems with kisses and cuddles

Diligently doubtful through all kinds of trouble
Then I find myself choking on all my contradictions

segunda-feira, setembro 09, 2002

I wanna talk tonight
Until the mornin' light
'Bout how you saved my life
You and me see how we are
You and me see how we are

domingo, setembro 08, 2002

aliás, é só em mim que, literalmente, dói aquele primeiro acorde de guitarra de In My Place?
deve ser a fase...

If you go, if you go
And leave me down
Here on my own
Then I'll wait for you...
sabe aquelas fases em que você só quer ficar deitado num quarto escuro ouvindo coldplay... pois é.
logo passa e eu volto. prometo...

terça-feira, setembro 03, 2002