Estas são duas curtas metragens que nunca me saíram da cabeça desde que as vi. Lembro-me de as ter visto à uns anos, no "Onda Curta" da RTP2.
Pfffirate:
How to Cope with Death (Como lidar com a Morte):
A Suspeita:
:)
Paramore - "Misguided Ghosts"
1, 2, 3, 4
I am going away for a while
I'll be back don't try and follow me
I'll return as soon as possible
See I'm tryin' to find my place
It might not be here where I feel safe
We all learn to make mistakes,
And run from them
From them
With no direction
We'll run from them
From them
With no direction
I'm just one of those ghosts
Traveling endlessly
Don't need no road
In fact they follow me
And we just go in circles
Now I'm told that this is life
Pain is just a simple compromise
So we can we get what we want out of it
Someone care to classify
Broken hearts and twisted minds
So i can find, someone to rely on,
And run to them
to them
Full speed ahead
Oh you are not
Useless
We are just
Misguided ghosts
Traveling endlessly
The ones we trusted the most
Pushed us far away
And there's no one role
We should not be the same
I'm just a ghost
And still they echo me
They echo me in circles.
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Se pudesse fazer mais sentido... fazia.
Deu-me pra isto hoje. :)
I feel dizzy,
I feel sunny,
I feel fizzy and funny and fine,
And so pretty...
I feel dizzy,
I feel sunny,
I feel fizzy and funny and fine,
And so pretty...
Mexe os pés, mexe as mão, agita os braços, levanta-te, estica-te, esperneia-te. Mexe-te. A vida não foi feita para estares afundado na cama, ou aterrado no sofá. Não foi criada para se passar no mesmo sítio a criar camadas adiposas. Corre, salta, raios! Grita, Ri, Sorri, Vive. O Sol brilha e quando não brilhar não interessa, mexe-te na mesma. Sem medos, sem represálias. O que interessa o que os outros dizem de ti? A felicidade é uma coisa para se mostrar sem receios. Não deixes que as invejas alheias te obriguem a fechar a felicidade dentro duma caixa de sapatos e a enfia-la num qualquer canto escuro de ti. A tua vida começa todos os dias quando abres os olhos para enfrentar o novo dia.
És como és. Não deixes de o ser só porque os outros olham de viés para ti. Manda-os todos para o caralho e põe um sorriso. Passa cada segundo que possas com os amigos. Passa todos os segundos contigo próprio.
Aprende a dizer que sim. Mais importante, aprende a dizer que não. Com certeza e veemência.
Agora levanta-te e vai dar uma volta. Está um óptimo dia para se começar de novo. ;)
És como és. Não deixes de o ser só porque os outros olham de viés para ti. Manda-os todos para o caralho e põe um sorriso. Passa cada segundo que possas com os amigos. Passa todos os segundos contigo próprio.
Aprende a dizer que sim. Mais importante, aprende a dizer que não. Com certeza e veemência.
Agora levanta-te e vai dar uma volta. Está um óptimo dia para se começar de novo. ;)
Oh so dark is the night, the harbinger of pain, a bearer of desire and yet so fickle is the desire of Man. Unwillingly changing like a capricious tide, coming and going as it pleases.
Sad is the boy trapped in his own dilemma, always wanting to go, never wanting to leave. He lacks will, he lacks strength. Always fooling himself with delusions of power and independence and yet he doesn't notice the shadows of feebleness and helplessness. Trapped in his desire, cursed by his lack of will. His inability to choose tangles him in a world he doesn't want to be in, where all ties he has are made by others rather than himself. Each tie is a burden he doesn't want to bear, each tie is a weight in his head and he's about to give in. All he wants to do is to go but he'll never be able to leave. He knows not what he wants and the night grows darker, like a mantle over his head.
But eventually the dawn shall come. But if the boy will still be here, that is not for you to know...
One day.
Sad is the boy trapped in his own dilemma, always wanting to go, never wanting to leave. He lacks will, he lacks strength. Always fooling himself with delusions of power and independence and yet he doesn't notice the shadows of feebleness and helplessness. Trapped in his desire, cursed by his lack of will. His inability to choose tangles him in a world he doesn't want to be in, where all ties he has are made by others rather than himself. Each tie is a burden he doesn't want to bear, each tie is a weight in his head and he's about to give in. All he wants to do is to go but he'll never be able to leave. He knows not what he wants and the night grows darker, like a mantle over his head.
But eventually the dawn shall come. But if the boy will still be here, that is not for you to know...
One day.
Shinedown - "45"
Send away for a priceless gift
One not subtle, one not on the list
Send away for a perfect world
One not simply, so absurd
In these times of doing what you're told
Keep these feelings, no one knows
What ever happened to the young man's heart
Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart
And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45,
I'm swimming through the ashes of another life
There's no real reason to accept the way things have changed
Staring down the barrel of a 45
Send a message to the unborn child
Keep your eyes open for a while
In a box high up on the shelf, left for you, no one else
There's a piece of a puzzle known as life
Wrapped in guilt, sealed up tight
What ever happened to the young man's heart
Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart
And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45,
I'm swimming through the ashes of another life
There's no real reason to accept the way things have changed
Staring down the barrel of a 45
Everyone's pointing their fingers
Always condemning me
And nobody knows what I believe
I believe
And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45,
I'm swimming through the ashes of another life
There's no real reason to accept the way things have changed
Staring down the barrel of a 45
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Sabe bem chegar a casa e pensar que segunda a azáfama volta, que os corpos voltam a ter um porpósito. Sabe bem chegar a casa e pensar que amanhã já cá não estamos :)
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