tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80823789257777579792012-02-16T06:52:37.994-02:00Bob DeLimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01406535942102423755noreply@blogger.comBlogger411100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082378925777757979.post-1855225230696795952009-12-18T11:20:00.003-02:002009-12-18T12:09:43.454-02:00

Sou uma contradição.Se agora digo que nunca mais me entregarei, é porque há 10 minutos te encontrei pela primeira vez.Nos olhamos, sentei ao seu lado e perguntei seu nome. Conversamos, te ofereci uma bebida, trocamos telefone e email. Você duvidou que eu ligaria. Como prometido, liguei. Não quando você queria, um pouco depois. Só pra te deixar ansiosa. Nos falamos, marcamos de sair e nos

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Oh, for all the good thingsI hate you the most.And for all the bad thingsI love you so much.You suck the lyrics out of my mouthAnd the songs out of my soul.And all my beautiful rhythmsAnd all my different rhymes,When I see nothing in your eyes,They are suddenly gone.Go spread your wingsGo live your lifeBecause I’m glad to see your smileJust as when I used to touch your soul.

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Sempre tive o costume de pensar naquilo que pode ser "boa ou má influência" para mim e aos que convivem comigo. Tinha mania de julgar sem ter nem mesmo o interesse em conhecer antes. Evitava ao máximo e procurava impedir que ais coisas e/ou pessoas se aproximassem de mim e dos que quero bem. Sentia como se estivesse "protegendo" ou qualquer coisa assim. Muito disso credito ao meu avô e à minha

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At the end of the day light shines, water is wet, the Sun is hot...You know what? Life is beautiful.And it all starts to grow inside once again.=)

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Hurt me as long as you can, but do it while I still feel the pain. Soon it will be a scar and I'll laugh on the face of those who hurt me.I'm filling my soul with things I believe will build me stronger, surrounding myself with huge walls and getting prepared to avoid any kind of attack. I'll be the infantry from now on, aiming on those weak bodies, hitting on drunk smiles. And if your on this

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And here I am, all alone once again. Searching for stupid rhymes inside my fucked up mind, just to finish one more empty line. I'm all alone, becoming someone I promised myself I wouldn't become, drinking another glass of vodka, wishing for it to give me the perfect thoughts for all those beautiful words people say I know how to write. Fuck... am I good? Hell no! But I'm working on it.And for all

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and nothing much really matters, you end up saying "FUCK YOU"... or anything with similar meaning.Well, here’s the deal… I’m sick and tired of so many things… and that includes people. A lot of them. So, as a start, take as a fact that I might actually hate every one of you, right now. It doesn’t mean that I don’t like you. It’s just that I’m in such a rage that I hate you all. Anyway, I think

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Well, there are not enough sad songs to explain the way I feel, still, here's a little bit of what's going on with my life:So many weird things happened these past few days. Nothing of what I wanted really happened. Starting with me being away from Brazil for a little while. Instead, from late call, I'm on a graduated course. Amazing. I was expecting it for 2010 only, but I could actually start

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Should've payed attention to this lyrics before."Well, you're just across the streetLooks a mile to my feetI want to go to youFunny how I'm nervous stillI've always been the easy killI guess I always willCould it be that everything goes 'round by chance?Or only one way that it was always meant to beYou kill me, you always know the perfect thing to sayI know what I should do, but I just can't walk

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Oh, pretty girl, I can tell you SO many things you're worth for.And it's true: answer, many times, takes a long way so you can find it.But no matter what are the answers you find in Life, one thing I can tell you: If ever you need someone you can count on, someone you can trust, you already found this person. As for you're the one person worth Loving for. You're the beauty in Life worth living

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"I want to have the same last dream againThe one where I wake up, and I'm aliveJust as the four walls close me withinMy eyes are open up with pure sunlightI'm the first to know, my dearest friendsEven if your hope has burned with timeAnything thats dead shall be regrownAnd your vicious pain, your warning sign, you will be fineHey oh, here I amAnd here we go, life's waiting to beginAny type of

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You're such a strange girl, I think you come from another world...

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Take the pain out of Love and then Love won't exist.And I'm so very, very sorry.

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I see you move on fast. That it's easy for you to leave it all behind.Well, rumors are saying you're better off without me. That you are happier now and having much more fun.I find no words at all to rhyme with my future lines.But the future words I'll write will be an exposed part of my sick mind.Oh, and words spread... and they are all saying that you are in love again. It's good to hear it,

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I've said too much already.I've tried a lot, cried rivers, been down enough to face the sidewalk.Still, I can still taste blood in my mouth, from trying to speak no longer.And every day of silence is a day of huge pain growing inside of me, crazy thoughts taking over and desperate inside my brain.I've seen people, been with people... I also had my "drink more than you ever did" time, just to try

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"You were the only face I'd ever known.I was the light from the lamp on the floor,and only as bright as you wanted me to be.But, I am no gentleman, I can be a prick,and I do regret more than I admit.You have been followed back to the same place I sat with you drink for drink.Take the pain out of love and then love won't exist.Everything we had, everything we had,everything we had, everything we

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Why does it feel like Blink-182 always has some words to comfort me?"Come here, please hold my hand, Lord, nowHelp me, I'm scared please show me howTo fight this, God has a master planAnd I guess, I am in his demandPlease save me, this time I cannot runAnd I'll see, you when this is doneAnd now I, have come to realizeThat you are, the one who's left behindPlease stay untill I'm goneI'm here hold

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For eternity I want to make you smile.And, whenever you cry, I want to be there, And with the most warm and intense kiss in our livesI'll drink all those salty tears dropping from your eyes.

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"Oh Elise it doesn't matter what you sayI just can't stay here every yesterdayLike keep on acting out the sameThe way we act outEvery way to smileForgetAnd make-believe we never neededAny more than thisAny more than thisOh Elise it doesn't matter what you doI know I'll never really get inside of youTo make your eyes catch fireThe way they shouldThe way the blue could pull me inIf they only

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It’s been way too long now. Long enough for me to suffer enough. Don’t you think it’s been time enough? Isn’t it enough for you to forgive the things that hurt us?The mistakes we made cause me pain no more And the only pain I feel is because I miss you. I’ve had enough suffering to know That being away from you is not what I need. I’ve had so much suffering, that every day I live

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"My Dearest,I've missed you very, very much since that last night we were together,and will hold that night specially in my memories years to come.I've been turning it over and over in my mind lately.I've read your letter through at least four times,and will probably read it more times before I'm through.I've been sitting here, looking at your picture,and getting more homesick every minute.I've

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"My ship went down in a sea of soundWhen I woke up alone I had everythingA handful of moments I wished I could changeAnd a tongue like a nightmare that cut like a bladeIn a city of fools I was careful and coolBut they tore me apart like a hurricane.A handful of momentsI wish I could change but I was carried awayGive me therapyI'm a walking travestyBut I'm smiling at everythingTherapy, you were

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"i'm sorry that it took so longto write this songbut i gave upyou see one million words can't describehow it feelsto know your lovewhere did i go wrong?i should have told you from the startthat i'm closer then you thinkwhen we're apartnothing that i've triedis as simple as this linebut without youmy life is incompletemy days are absolutely grayand so i trylet your heart know for surethat i have

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"My Dearest Allie. I couldn't sleep last night because I know that it's over between us. I'm not bitter anymore, because I know that what we had was real. And if in some distant place in the future we see each other in our new lives, I'll smile at you with joy and remember how we spent the summer beneath the trees, learning from each other and growing in love. The best love is the kind that

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Consegui perceber nesses ultimos dias algumas coisas bem interessantes. Uma delas foi com relação ao poder no relacionamento. Pode reparar, o poder no relacionamento está SEMPRE na mão de quem gosta menos. É essa a pessoa que tem menos medo de perder a outra, é normalmente ela quem decidi quando se termina, quando se volta, se é que volta... a pessoa que está mais envolvida é a parte fraca no

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We belong together.Just Like the sea belongs to the moonAnd our flaming hearts will warm our bedAnd our warm bed will warm the SunAs for alone the Sun is coldAnd million souls are frozen bones.And if alone we have no one to shareTogether we have our Love to spread.And all the pain we feel nowIs just part of the fun, then.Oh this fear must go awayTo bring peace to ourselvesAnd if happiness is what

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Ultimo texto que fiz. Espero que pelo menos alguém goste.E ao não me lembrar do risco de um dia te perder Vivi de forma cega o sonho de tê-la. Ignorei os meus defeitos, mesmo sabendo não ser perfeito. Ignorei os nossos erros, imaginando ter tempo de concertá-los durante a vida. Baixei minha guarda, corri de peito aberto... sem proteção, sem medo, sem precaução. Apenas corri e segui em frente

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Hmmm... mais um textinho antigo... dramático bagarai, mas serve.Vai que vai:Sementes plantadas num solo não fértilColhemos o ódio em um futuro incertoFugindo do medo, ao olharmos pra trás,Veremos as sombras de anjos mortaisQuem nunca se olhou num espelho trincado?A prova ainda viva de amores passadosE então morreremos no ódio e na dorEstaremos nos braços de quem nunca amouQueimaremos no fogo de

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Sim... e é assim que direcionamos nossas vidas.E é assim que deixamos nossas vidas sem direção.E é nos momentos mais difíceis que eu consigo postar.Acho que me sinto conversando com alguém tão sensível quanto eu. O que é fato, já que estou conversando comigo mesmo.Aliás, ponto pro twiter que deixa eu conversar comigo mesmo e responder instantaneamente.E ponto pra qualquer um que tem me dado

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Tava procurando o meu contrato de estágio do Itaú que estava sumido. Preciso dele pra poder entregar o relatório de estágio.Aí acabei encontrando outras coisas... além do contrato, claro.Encontrei alguns textos mais antiguinhos que escrevi.Alguns piegas, outros bonitinhos.Vou colocar aqui.Vai que vai! ^^-bI'll keep you close foreverI'll hold your hand wheneverYou want to cry. I'll ever make you

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I was thinking about something to write here. I accidentally came to the amazing conclusion that I actually write way MUCH better when I don't think at all.That means I'll write anything and everything that comes to my mind. Well, I'll select the ideas that I'll put in here. But they will be flowing inside my head.Well, I have this odd exercise in which I have to think about how people see the

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Hmmm... vi hoje no blog da mary que faz 2 meses que não posto aqui no blog.Aí resolvi mudar isso e zerar esse contador.Fato: há tempos não escrevo nada de novo.Há tempos não acontece nada de novo pra eu relatar aqui.Anyway, ta perdendo o propósito, mas vam que vam.É poca de TGI, tá tudo um verdadeiro caos e em 17 dias eu tenho que entregá-lo. O.oMAS, vai dar tudo certo, tenho certeza disso. ^^-

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Esse final de semana resolvi mudar un poquito... decidi socializar.Fui ao churras da minha formatura e foi beeeem legal, até.É verdade que eu passei mal e, graças a isso, não bebi praticamente nada. Maaas, tirando isso, vi uma galera perder a linha. Pouco engraçado!Anyway, ninguém está interessado no meu fds, creio.Hoje fui cortar a juba. Odiei?! Sim.Creio que o cara que cortou tinha alguma

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Nem pra ter azar eu dou sorte!Incrível... o acidente foi horrível, o carro foi destruído e, ainda assim... o seguro prefere não dar PT!Claro, sai muito mais barato para eles gastar em torno de 20 mil reais pra comprar o carro do que comprar outro. Afinal, segundo eles, o valor do sinistro tem que ser de, no mínimo, 75% para eles darem PT.TSC TSC  ¬¬'Além disso, pelo menos 30 dias sem o carro.

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Não sou o super homem.Ninguém é... chega uma hora em que ultrapassamos o lmite do nosso corpo e ele desiste. Apaga. Tenho certeza que foi isso que aconteceu. Ultrapassei o limite do meu corpo. E descobri que não sou o homem de ferro ou qualquer outro super herói (quase) invencível.Mas não é isso que me preocupa. Pra ser bem sincero, sou muito grato por ter aprendido isso hoje. Acho até que

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Hmmm...A vida é uma caixinha de surpresas... boas e ruins.Algumas coisas se quebram, algumas pessoas se separam... algumas coisas se reparam, algumas pessoas se reunem.Acho que uma das coisas mais difíceis - e importantes - da vida é o perdão. E, na minha sincera opinião, o perdão é um processo contínuo, diário e doloroso.Graças a Deus (ou a qq coisa que qq pessoa acredite) algumas pessoas são

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"Eu quero correr esse risco"E assim fizemos.

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"I'll be there when your heart stops beatingI'll be there when your last breath's taken awayIn the Dark when there's no one listeningIn the times when we both get carried away.When we both get carried away"-----------------------------"And one by one the years of our livesStumble as the moments passSo please hold on, please hold onSo fall asleep with the windows openCome to me with the worst

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Algumas pessoas defendem os humanos, outras pessoas defendem as tartarugas marinhas, existem grupo para defesa e salvação de baleias e Ursos Pandas (esses com razão, a carinha deles é muito fofa!)... até mesmo LHAMAS E ALPACAS!!! Agora ninguém, absolutamente NINGUÉM pensou nunca em proteger ou divulgar as peculiaridades e glorificações de um animal tão único e especial: Os ORNITORRINCOS!Comecemos

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Hoje fui na cobasi tentar adotar um gatinho...Frustrante! Não tinha nenhum! :(Nada de Mingau, nada de Atum, nada de gatinho branco nem preto, nem filhotinho nem nada. NADA!Fiquei sem gatinho. =(Mas ok, pediram pra eu passar lá na quarta, quinta, sexta e sábado que talvez cheguem bixanos novos. Veremos! -.-Fim de semana mega ótimo, quase fui internado, tive febre o suficiente pra delirar... Maaas,

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Algumas pessoas me fizeram acreditar que escrevo bem.E uma certa pessoa me fez acreditar que, mesmo que eu no futuro não goste do que escrevi, minhas palavras são dignas de registro.Sou péssimo para títulos, por isso minhas obras dificilmente possuem um. Esse é o caso desse primeiro texto que vou colocar aqui.What is it that will give us strength?The right sauce to make us brakeThe ice that grew

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