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
das idéias que surgem quando viramos uma bagunça generalizada...
segunda-feira, setembro 30, 2002
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... :)
"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
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-lonem 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...
"Entretando, falar sobre o passado não traz energia suficiente para presentificá-lo
Tirando aquele pedacinho acho que Perls serve bem pro momento.
Vou voltar lá pros meus estudos...
terça-feira, setembro 24, 2002
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...
~* 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
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
domingo, setembro 08, 2002
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