Música do dia

Haim - Forever

Hey you!
Remember me? Remember love?
Remember trying to stay together?
My time, you took it all.
You tried to see.
You tried to bring yourself up without involving me.
It isn't fair, to have your way,
To try and get up and go and na na na na now can't you see,
It isn't fair to have your way,
But I'm trying to get your attention and I need you to know that.

Hey you! Hey you!
Can't you make this sane?
I know, I know, I know you ain't the one to play the game.
Now I know I'm never gonna go your way.
If you go, now I know, I know know know.

Forever we tried to make it right,
Together we saw the end in sight,
I'm tired of fighting the good fight,
If you say the word then I'll say goodbye.

Forever I see you and me,
Forever I'll try for you and I,
No I never believed in their insight,
Just another good reason to get it right.

I don't want to turn around,
So come on baby,
Come on and try to let it out,
Let go.
We're still the same,
So come on baby,
Trigger the sound, lets figure it out,
Let's get back to where we started out.

Hey you! Hey you!
Can't you make this sane?
I know, I know, I know you ain't the one to play the game.
Now I know I'm never gonna go your way.
If you go, now I know, I know know know.

Forever we tried to make it right,
Together we saw the end in sight,
I'm tired of fighting the good fight,
If you say the word then I'll say goodbye.

Forever I see you and me,
Forever I'll try for you and I,
No I never believed in the reason,
Just another good reason to get a ride.

Go go go go get out, get out of my memory,
No no no not tonight, I don't have the energy.

Go go go go get out, get out of my memory,
No no no not tonight, oh not tonight, oh not tonight.

Forever we tried to make it right,
Together we saw the end in sight,
I'm tired of fighting the good fight,
If you say the word then I'll say goodbye.

Forever I see you and me,
Forever I'll try for you and I,
No I never believed in their insight,
Just another good reason to get it right.

Forever we tried to make it right,
Together we saw the end in sight,
I'm tired of fighting the good fight,
If you say the word then I'll say goodbye.

Forever I see you and me,
Forever I'll try for you and I,
No I never believed in their insight,
Just another good reason to get it right.

Meus desenhos: natureza colorida

Música do dia

Foster The People - Pumped Up Kicks 

Robert's got a quick hand
He'll look around the room he won't tell you his plan
He's got a rolled cigarette
Hanging out his mouth he's a cowboy kid

Yeah he found a six shooter gun
In his dad's closet in a box of fun things
And i don't even know what
But he's coming for you, yeah he's coming for you

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run faster than my bullet

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run faster than my bullet

Daddy works a long day
He be coming home late, yeah he's coming home late
And he's bring me a surprise
Cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice

I've waited for a long time
Yeah the slight of my hand is now a quick pull trigger
I reason with my cigarette
Then say your hair's on fire you must have lost your wits yeah

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run faster than my bullet

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run faster than my bullet

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run faster than my bullet

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run faster than my bullet

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run faster than my bullet

eu fotógrafo: meu gatinho

Música do dia

Turtle Giant - We Were Kids

Oh we were kids and torn to bits
Between the good things that we missed all our lives
We never had a chance
Of making men of ourselves and soldier down
Inside your head you made us believe
That you were never here (That we would never achieve)
So doctor please, won't you see please I got something
It's a disease in me, it's an old body.
"Oh kid don't you know we know
All your hoping is a marching road."
Oh we were kids and kind to hits
We made believe in afternoons you left us alone
We never knew our home
So won't you tell and won’t you try, our friends deny
But you believe whatever you want
We never really think twice.
So doctor please won't you see please I got something
It's a disease in me, it's an old body.
"Oh kid don’t you know we know,
All your hoping is a marching road."

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O dia que quase fui assassinado por causa de uma pipa

Essa história é real e o personagem principal é o dono deste blog.

Quando eu tinha uns 11 anos, soltar pipa era obrigação para todo garoto. Correr e brigar por uma também. Uma pipa era muito mais que um pedaço de papel de seda com algumas varetas de bambu. Era um tesouro, era valioso. Não pelo material em si. Mas no que ele representava. Cortar a pipa adversária ou pegar uma que caia era demonstração de poder.

Lembro que era final de tarde quando eu avistei uma pipa voando devagar para fora do meu condomínio.

Pelo jeito como caía, dava para perceber que não tinham soltado o fio para ela ir mais longe, mas, que o fio estava cortado e ela voava sem controle, empurrada pelo vento.

Olhei para os lados e não vi nenhuma movimentação, nenhum barulho. – Será que ninguém viu? –

Comecei a correr como um louco, sempre olhando para a cima para não perde-la.

Subi um barranco e fui, com a certeza que ela estava por ali: em um matagal fora do condomínio.

Até que de repente enquanto eu corria, senti um vento passando e raspando os fios da minha camiseta. E um objeto metálico caindo no chão.

Naquele momento, a adrenalina estava pulsando a mil, primeiro pela caçada pela pipa e segundo porque alguém estava a me seguir e aquilo que passou raspando nas minhas costas era nada mais que um grande facão usado para cortar cana-de-açúcar.

Ouvia gritos atrás de mim, mas não parei de correr, até que achei a pipa.

- É minha – pensei comigo. Doce engano, o mundo é cruel. Pior é imprevisível.

Quem estava atrás de mim, era nada menos que o dono da pipa com um enorme facão na mão.  Sim, ele tinha jogado ele nas minhas costas, o que por uma sorte do destino não me acertou. Acredite, quase foi assassinado por um pedaço de papel.

Ele tomou a pipa da minha mão e jogou no chão. Pegou o facão e começou quebra-la, deixando-a em pedaços.

Como eu disse o importante não é a pipa, e sim o que ela representa, o orgulho ferido de ver um garoto como eu, pegar a pipa que lhe pertencia foi fulminante para ele se explodir de raiva e destruí-la.

Ele quase me matou com um facão nas costas para que eu não aparecesse com a sua pipa de volta no condomínio. Entendeu?

Depois dessa loucura toda, ela ainda estava com o facão na mão e eu perplexo sem saber o que fazer. Será que eu corro? E agora? Vou morrer aqui?

Até que por milagre, meu pai aparece e toma o facão da mão do moleque.

Deu um grande sermão no garoto e aquele facão que quase me transpassou, está até hoje em minha casa.

Quando se é criança até a mais simples brincadeira é levada a sério, nesse mundo infantil onde a tirania reina e que manda é o mais forte.

eu fotógrafo: praia de zimbros

praia de Zimbros - Bombinhas - Santa Catarina