sábado, 24 de janeiro de 2009

I never ask nothing...



why didn't you just kept your promisse...
it wouldn't hurt so much...


Foto: Aqui

sábado, 10 de janeiro de 2009

10 days.

'Cos it's been ten days without you in my reach,
and the only time I've touched you is in my sleep.

But time has changed nothing at all
you're still the only one that feels like home.
I've tried cutting the ropes,
tried letting go but you're still the only one
that feels like home.

So tell me, did you really think...
oh tell me, did you really think
I had gone when you couldn't see me anymore?
When you couldn't...

'Cos baby time has changed nothing at all -
you're still the only one that feels like home.
And I've tried cutting the ropes,
I let you go but you're still the only one
that feels like home, yeah,
you're still the only one that feels like home,
you're still the only one I've gotta love.
Oh yeah...

Missy Higgins - Ten Days


Foto: Aqui

sábado, 3 de janeiro de 2009

AAAAAAAH!


















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Foto: Aqui

quinta-feira, 1 de janeiro de 2009

08/09

E eu digo, cada sílaba e cada letra.

"Por essa, eu não esperava!"


Depois de uns dias, tentanto me decidir entre: virar o ano dormindo, lendo, tomando banho numa sessão de beleza, dirigindo, vendo o "show da virada", na internet, chorando, escornando, olhando para minha mãe me olhar com cara de pena ou fazendo listas de promessas; eis que consigo a única saida que não tinha pensado me ocorreu.
Consegui falar com meu amigo e minha "mãe", que para minha surpresa, estavam tão indecisos e perdidos como eu.

Depois de percorrermos a cidade, em busca de uma loja para uma roupa de baixo nova - que não encontramos - fomos pegos por uma chuva que molhou o corpo em três míseros segundos, que uma sombrinha so conseguiu deixar meia cabeça seca.
Horas depois, debaixo de uma marquize que conseguimos encontrar depois de 20 minutos de chuva, cada um segue seu rumo.
Sem roupa nova, mas ao menos um banho pra ficar cheirosinhos.
Duas horas depois para mim, já na pizzaria esperando para empanturras, e uma hora depois eles chegaram. Ai, pode saber. Foi só festa.

Pizzas a parte e velhinha da mesa do pedindo pra todo mundo rezar um pai nosso na virada e um telefone ocupado por mais de uma hora, que quase me deu nos nervos. Pegamos o guardanapo e o rímel da Vih, e escrevemos nossa listinha, dobramos com cuidado e pedimos a conta. E o garçon - o melhor e mais animado que já vi, com toda certeza - pegos nossos guardanapos com desejos, pensando que fossem usados. E nossos desejos rumo ao lixo.


R$30,36 - dividido x3 = meus R$ 10,12 e pizza embalada depois...


Entramos no carro, um crossfox (posso dizer que durante todos os segundos que estive dentro dele - que deviam ter se transformado numas 3 horas - eu me via em um outro crossfox), e começamos a andar por toda cidade, gritando "Feliz Ano Novo" a plenos pulmões, com as cabeças do lado de fora e o vento a bater no rosto, para cada alma viva que passava do nosso lado.
Até que paramos numa praça afastada e solitária. O que precisávamos.
Agora sem os nossos desejos, achamos um rolo de papel higiênico no carro e batom da Vih (ninguém mandou andar com o estojo de maquiagem) refizemos nossas listas. E no meio dela, me aparece um filhotinho de vira-lata brincalhão, claro que me acabei de brincar com ele. E corria com o papel higiênico de um lado para outro e ele correndo atras, e quando cansava, ia lamber as pernas da Vih.
Pedidos feitos e escritos, mendigos surgindo e pedindo cachaça ou qualquer coisa, e nós na mesma repetida fala "meu fiiiii, nóis tamu passando o ano novo na praça, cê acha que a gente tem dinheiro? Não tem nem pra pinga!". E depois de nos vermos livres e de me enxerem de papel higiênico fazendo a múmia, queimamos nossos pedidos, juntamos a cinza em uma folha e fizemos uma trouxinha, rodamos e rodamos a procura de uma ponte, que desse pra jogar os pedidos pelo carro. E como pediria yemanjah, demos os três pulinhos, sentados no carro, mas demos.

Voltas e voltas no carro, paramos em frente uma festa e encontramos mais duas amigas, e ai foi estourar o champagne e dançar no meio da rua por quase duas horas, sem se importar com a vida, deixado os problemas de lado, as tristezas e as mágoas um pouco pra trás. Quase como se elas nunca tivessem existido. Quase, porque eu não consigo esquecer nada por completo, e tudo que eu queria era te ter ali do meu lado, e ai sim, tudo seria perfeito. Mas o máximo que eu poderia pedir era que você estivesse se divertindo também.

Então, as meninas resolveram voltar para a festa, e nós, voltamos para o carro, e voltamos a circular pela cidade, comendo o resto de pizza fria e com música no ultimo volume e velocidade máxima nas ruas vazias e esburacadas.
Voar com o carro, é realmente uma das melhores sensações!
Então, gasolinas e gasolinas depois, paramos num ponto alto da cidade, para ver o sol nascer.
O sono e o cansaço alcançava cada pedaço do meu corpo, mas ainda me permitir aguentar a última hora de um nascer de sol sem graça.

Talves era apenas o mundo me dizendo.
Seu momento de alegria acabou. Tente se lembrar dele nós próximos dias, você vai precisar.

Mas, como diria o Wag: "Para que não tinha para onde ir, fomos para todos os lugares que poderiamos ir."
Depois farei um post só com fotos.
É uma necessidade.

Feliz Ano Novo!