pedro-ela dantes fazia bolos.
me-... agora faz sexo.

afasta as pessoas. não vim vestido para socializar.

" (...) questões de direito apenas se colocam entre iguais, pois sendo o mundo como é, os fortes fazem o que querem e os fracos submetem-se ao que tem de ser."

diálogo meliano cit in tucídides, op. cit (5.17.85-113)

-gostava de ver aprovada a cena dos casamentos homossexuais.
me-gostava de ver debatida a cena dos casamentos reais.

guessing game.

we don't know her. actually she doesn't exist, though we keep wasting our time pursuing her. what is it?

por tantas vezes não ter dito o que queria, a minha voz zangou-se comigo e agora falo com silêncios.

"(...) porquê, mal começamos a viver, nos tornamos aborrecidos, cinzentos, desinteressantes, preguiçosos, indiferentes, inúteis, infelizes ... (...)"

três irmãs-anton tchékhov

"sou estranho, mas quem não é?"

a desgraça de ser inteligente-aleksandr griboiédov

someone once told me my problem was that i saw too many movies and read too many books. that's the reason why nothing is ever good enough.

asleep mind.

after composing the last note of the song, ellen knew that was her last. the perfection she achieved that time will never be reached again. she stayed sited in front the piano for one hour, or maybe two. then she felt the time had come. the party would start in exactly one hour and fifty seven minutes. she had time. not much, but it was enough. she opened the window. it was the coldest night of the winter so far. ellen wasn't able to avoid her mind to fly away. when she realized she was in a restaurant in london where she knew no one and no one knew her. in spite of that she was actually feeling good and comfortable. on the contrary, when she imagined herself at the later party where everybody knew her and she knew everybody, she felt like she was a stranger. a stranger and alone in her own home. (...) she undressed herself and went to the bathroom. the bath was full and the water cold as ice. so cold that she felt like her white and naked skin was being stabbed several times. her bones wanted to break and her heart to stop. but she was okay with that. she needed her pain to become real. her emotional damages needed physical wounds. sarcasm was no longer a solution to hide how miserable she was. the only thing that made her happy was to realize being miserable was quite good while comparing to being an idiot. (...) without making a sound ellen screamed for help. no one listened to her. she was no longer connected to the world. the dirt in her hands couldn't be washed away. the tears couldn't fall anymore... she had to let herself drown.

"i wish that you knew when i said two sugars, actually i meant three."

kate nash-the nicest thing

when repeating is no longer enough.

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music.

where am i going? out from my mind. far away. is it about the french singer? no, i don't care about countries. there's no boundaries here. it's a common language. when things stopped to make sense, music was my shelter. it helped me keeping the demons away. i had no strength to fight them, unless it was playing loud enough. was it a revolution? no, god. no. how could i have made a revolution only with a pencil? tricky, at least. (...) the problem arose when people started being nice. what music should i play? i wasn't prepared. i was only prepared to hate you. (...) is it about music or about love? music is the only thing that makes sense anymore.

esqueci-me de ser simpático com o mundo.

não vim com sapatos para piso molhado.

"fiz uma conta poupança de orgulho."

by jn

-not a lover. certainly not a husband. what's your role here?
me-i'm your friend.

me-tenho saudades tuas.
susanda-obrigado.
me-tenho saudades dos teus carinhos.
susanda-quais carinhos? eu não te faço carinhos. xD
me-ah, então não eras tu. fiz confusão.

o silêncio tem cores.

"i don't need drugs to make my life tragic."

by eddie vedder

"és sempre um óptimo ansiolítico"

by pedro

thank you? (pensativo)