"Every me and every you
Sucker love is heaven sent
You pucker up, our passion's spent
My heart's a tart, your body's rent
My body's broken, yours is bent
Carve your name into my arm
Instead of stressed, I lie here charmed
Cuz there's nothing else to do,
Every me and every you.
Sucker love, a box I choose
No other box I choose to use
Another love I would abuse,
No circumstances could excuse
In the shape of things to come
Too much poison come undone
Cuz there's nothing else to do,
very me and every you.
Every me and every you,
Every me...he
Sucker love is known to swing
Prone to cling and waste these things
Pucker up for heavens sake
There's never been so much at stake
I serve my head up on a plate
It's only comfort, calling late
Cuz there's nothing else to do,
Every me and every you.
Every me and every you,
Every me...he
Like the naked leads the blind
I know I'm selfish, I'm unkind
Sucker love I always find,
Someone to bruise and leave behind
All alone in space and time
There's nothing here but what here's mine
Something borrowed, something blue
Every me and every you.
Every me and every you,
Every me..
Placebo. "every you every me"
sexta-feira, 18 de abril de 2008
sábado, 12 de abril de 2008

Qualquer coisa de obscuro permanece
No centro do meu ser. Se me conheço,
É até onde, por fim mal, tropeço
No que de mim em mim de si se esquece.
Aranha absurda que uma teia tece
Feita de solidão e de começo
Fruste, meu ser anónimo confesso
Próprio e em mim mesmo a externa treva desce.
Mas, vinda dos vestígios da distância
Ninguém trouxe ao meu pálio por ter gente
Sob ele, um rasgo de saudade ou ânsia.
Remiu-se o pecador impenitente
À sombra e cisma. Teve a eterna infância,
Em que comigo forma um mesmo ente.
Fernando Pessoa
Fotografia de bruno silva in olhares.com
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