I had a certain intention of being the commander of my destiny. I had this feeling things would turn out right, thinks would go great for me. I had this thing, this little, tickling, invisible thing inside me, right on my heels - elevating my mood, right on the corner of my mouth - sparkling, right on the tip of my hair - wavering. I had this little thing called... hope, isn't it? They say - at least that's what I've heard - that it never dies, but I sure as hell see she's put to rest quite often... But anyway, it was dancing in my stomach - sometimes I even jumped -, and now and then, it made me run, it made me smile, it made me fucking believe. I believed so many times, in so many things, in so many people that I don't even know what I'm complaining about, but somedays, it fades away so easily it hurts. It cracks open our heart and our joy, and out of the blue, it's power to move change and energize is lost in a shoulder slowly being placed down by a suddenly much thicker atmosphere. And now what? You pray everything gets back to being right, right where/how you wanted it to be. But then again and again, they bang you on your back with this thing called "mala suerte", bad timing, bad luck - or whatever - and force you to bend one your knees. And your eyes will eventually look below, and lower and lower, and loose it's sparkle, and strenght, and will progressively seam more blurred, and the next time you rise up, you'll rise lower than you did before... And people still wonder why they lack of will to do things, to make things happen, to be, tolive, fully.
I need things to go right, I need everything in it's right place, I need things to turn out right. I need the sun, I need the sea, I need things like more late night mocaccinos, I need Nature, I need culture, I need music, I need my family, I need my friends, I need you.
And I need things to turn out right with every one.
I'm sorry, I can't help it, I keep falling in Love with you.
There's something about you that makes me smile without even noticing it. There's something about the way you talk, even when you talk bulllshit, that makes me want to hug you. There's something in your smile that makes my heart tremble. There's something about I don't know what in you that makes me happy. And I mean happy, simply, purely, peacefully happy, and I didn't use to get that a lot, and now I have you, and you make me happy everyday. I know we have our ups and downs, I know as well as you do. I know our downs are scary and not pretty, I know I'm not easy, not at all, I know we have defects, I know it's not always sunshine and butterflies... I know L, I know it all, but I know damn well as you, you're my sun, my all, and being with you is easier everyday, is more natural, and never worthless. I want you, today, like yesterday, like tomorrow, like always. You know it, you know all about me, and I know and love to know you. I'm sorry about all the crap. Meu tone. Há quanto tempo? :) Há quanto é que tempo é que só dizemos merda, só fazemos merda? É o destino, só se estraga uma casa, não é? Bestas ♥
Há quanto é que preciso de ti? Não sei nem me interessa, preciso e vou precisar sempre. Obrigado pelo que és e como as palavras entre nós já há muito não tem pontos finais - no máximo vírgulas e reticências, quando páro para te olhar nos olhos -, podia falar muito e não dizer nada e blablabla "- amo-te, - eu também." e o resto é palha.
Sem dúvida, um dos melhores concertos a que já assisti, e a que terei sempre o orgulho de ter assistido - Pearl Jam sempre, Pearl Jam para a vida.
Mais uma vez, just breathe Yes I understand that every life must end, aw huh As we sit alone, I know someday we must go, aw huh I’m a lucky man to count on both hands The ones I love Some folks just have one, Others they got none, aw huh Stay with me Let’s just breathe. Practiced are my sins, Never gonna let me win, aw huh Under everything, just another human being, aw huh Yeh, I don’t wanna hurt, there’s so much in this world To make me bleed. Stay with me You’re all I see. Did I say that I need you? Did I say that I want you? Oh, if I didn’t now I’m a fool you see No one knows this more than me As I come clean I wonder everyday as I look upon your face, aw huh Everything you gave And nothing you would take, aw huh Nothing you would take Everything you gave Did I say that I need you? Oh, Did I say that I want you? Oh, if I didn’t now I’m a fool you see No one know this more than me. As I come clean Nothing you would take everything you gave. Hold me till I die Meet you on the other side
«Pearl Jam's main lyricist, Eddie Vedder, described the lyrics of "Just Breathe" as being "as close to a love song as we've ever gotten".»
Expectativas. Defraudadas. Desilusões. Mentiras. Dores. Mentiras mentiras mentiras mentiras. Sorrisos, espasmos e mais mentiras. Olhares, toques perdidos. Espaços, raiva raiva raiva. Egoísmo. Incompreensão. Prisão medo desvalorização. Medo. Dores. Não sei. E se a música deixasse de fazer efeito, havia alguém que não se assustasse?
Preciso de e de me tornar numa pessoa melhor. Preciso de estudar e fazer alguma coisa útil. Preciso de brincar com crianças para me lembrar. Preciso de ir para a praia, acordar com o sol a bater-me nos olhos. Preciso de voltar a desenhar. Preciso de um abraço. Preciso de uma voz quente. Preciso de um mergulho em água fria.
A definição de paralisação, fuga, luta. This is just all so fucking wrong.
Preciso é de arranjar alguma merda para fazer e pouco em que pensar. Ganhar juízo...
All my life, my whole life, all I did was this - I relegated decisions so someone could take them for me, so I could blame someone else for my choices., whenever I could. I can't tell what I want, I rarely ever could, and I'm just sitting waiting wishing around for someone to tell me what it is. I hate it when people tell me what I can or can't do, but unconsciently I'm relieved when that takes the responsabilitie out of my hands, sometimes. Of course they always think I'm really responsible and keep my feet on the ground, and at somethings that's how I am, as for others that's just an image I try to keep. This is like whatever, but. It's all inside my head, and there are times I just wish I could switch the off button and stop thinking. I try, I open my eyes and I close them hard back hoping it will all go away.
I regret, I don't regret. I want to, I don't want to. I did, no I didn't. I will tell you everything, I need to tell you, I need to let it go! No I won't, no I don't.
No I, no. This fucking shit is all stumbling inside out of me, and one day it's going to go wrong, one day someone might trip on it.
Whatever, I'll be here, just right here, sitting waiting, watching, laughing - out loud.
