'It seems I've had too much wine'

Fill me up, let's take a ride

From you mouth into my mind,

'Cause I grow weary from this trip I'm on, yeah.

And the ride keeps getting longer...

in Fill Me Up, by Linda Perry.

Joining you.

If we were our bodies,

If we were our futures,

If we were our defenses, I'd be joining you.

If we were our culture,

If we were our leaders,

If we were our denial, I'd be joining you.

If we were our nametags,

If we were our rejections,

If we were our outcomes, I'd be joining you.

If we were our indignities,

If we were our successes,

If we were our emotions, I'd be joining you.

If we were their condemnations,

If we were their projections,

If we were our paranoias, I'd be joining you.

If we were our incomes,

If we were our obsessions,

If we were our afflictions, I'd be joining you.

in 'Joining You' (Supposed Former Infatuation Junkie), written by Alanis Morissette, 1998

L'amour.

«L'amour est un oiseau rebelle, que nul ne peut apprivoiser. Et c'est bien en vain qu'on l'appelle, s'il lui convient de refuser.

Rien n'y fait menace ou prière; l'un parle bien, l'autre se tait. Et c'est l'autre que je préfère - Il n'a rien dit, mais il me plaît.

(...)

L'oiseau que tu croyais surprendre battit de l'aile et s'envola. L'amour est loin, tu peux l'attendre; tu ne l'attend plus, il est là.

Tout autour de toi, vite, vite! Il vient, s'en va, pluis il revient. Tu crois le tenir, il t'évite; tu crois l'éviter, il te tient.

(...)

L'amour est enfant de Bohème, il n'a jamais, jamais connu de loi. Si tu ne m'aimes pas, je t'aime. Mais, si je t'aime, prend garde à toi!»

(in Habanera, Carmen, Bizet)

Depois do adeus.

A ciclónica vivência reinicia-se agora a jusante do rio, onde, ante mim, me juraste o silêncio.

(5 de Julho de 2010)

Come to life.

Hoje este blog veio ao mundo. Hurray.

Lyrics speak for themselves.

"This is the best thing that could've happened - any longer and I wouldn't have made it.

It's not a war, no, it's not a rapture.

I'm just a person, but you can't take it...

The same tricks that once fooled me, they won't get you anywhere.

I'm not the same kid from your memory: well, now I can fend for myself.

Don't wanna hear your sad songs, I don't wanna be your pain when your swear it's all my fault ('cause you know we're not the same).

(...)

Well it's nice to meet you sir!; I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out.

Ignorance is your new best friend."

in "Ignorance", by Paramore (2009)

"And everytime you try to knock me down, I'm gonna pick my back up off the ground: the battle never ends.

You can tear me apart, you can rip me to pieces; try breaking me down, but I'll never be beaten.

You can say that you've won, but I'll never believe it, 'cause I can't be defeated.

Made a mistake, swore I'd never repeat it.

Lost my heart for a second, but it never stopped beating.

I smile through the tears, so the way that I see it: I can't be defeated.

(...)

Hurts me right to the core.

I won't take this anymore.

Getting tired of the same old song...

Final chorus, now I'm moving on."

in "Defeated", by Anastacia (2008)