every little peace of your life will add up to one...

every little peace of your life will mean something to someone...

love replaces fear

R.I.P. LeRoi Moore

O vício mais viciante dos meus últimos vícios está de volta...

...a 1 de Abril na Fox. Só que infelizmente nos US of A, só regressam a 24 de Abril, o que significa que fico ansiosamente a aguardar o nono episódio da quarta série...

A natureza morre em mim, escorrem-me os cardos pelo rosto abaixo e eu não sinto o ardor, não sinto a dor. Adormeci. Vi a minha alma encolher, deixei a minha alma encolher. Para encontrá-la, tenho de revirar-me de fora para dentro, arrancar as minhas entranhas e mostrás-las ao mundo. Já o fiz. Mas não sei se quero. Não sei se sei. É uma alma velha, esta. Alma velha num corpo de nova. Alma velha que adormeceu. Natureza morta que jaz em mim.

Dreaming Tree

Standing here
The old man said to me
"Long before these crowded streets
Here stood my dreaming tree"
Below it he would sit
For hours at a time
Now progress takes away
What forever took to find
Now he's falling hard
He feels the falling dark
How he longs to be
Beneath his dreaming tree
Conquered fear to climb
A moment froze in time
When the girl who first he kissed
Promised him she'd be his
Remembered mother's words
There beneath the tree
"No matter what the world
You'll always be my baby"
Mommy come quick
The dreaming tree has died
The air is growing thick
A fear he cannot hide
The dreaming tree has died
Oh have you no pity
This thing I do I do not deny it
All through this smile
As crooked as danger
I do not deny
I know in my mind I would leave you now
If I had the strength to
I would leave you up
To your own devices
Will you not talk
Can you take pity
I don't ask much
But won't you speak
Please
From the start
She knew she had it made
Easy up 'til then
For sure she'd make the grade
Adorers came in hordes
To lay down in her wake
She gave it all she had
But treasures slowly fade
Now she's falling hard
She feels the fall of dark
How did this fall apart
She drinks to fill it up
A smile of sweetest flowers
Wilted so and soured
Black tears stain the cheeks
That once were so admired
She thinks when she was small
There on her father's knee
How he had promised her
"You'll always be my baby"
"Daddy come quick
The dreaming tree has died
I can't find my way home
There is no place to hide
The dreaming tree has died"
Oh if I had the strength...
Take me back
Save me please

Dave Matthews Band - Busted Stuff, 2003

Já chegou! Que orgulho...

But everyday should be a good day to die