terça-feira, 9 de agosto de 2011

The isle is full of noises



              Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,
              Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
              Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
              Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices
              That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
              Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
              The clouds methought would open and show riches
              Ready to drop upon me that, when I waked,
              I cried to dream again.

The Tempest by W.S. - Caliban in Act III, Scene 2

terça-feira, 2 de agosto de 2011

só assim...


 - Eu não consigo te levar até o final do meu caminho, mas se você quiser parar pra ficar assim só um pouquinho, pra sempre, eu topo...

Amigas minhas...


Elas sempre vieram me fazer companhia quando eu precisei, 
não importa em que ponto do globo eu me encontrava....

segunda-feira, 1 de agosto de 2011

lettersillneversend.com

Cruzei com esse site e encontrei coisas lindas, como o texto abaixo:
Countdown
August 29, 2010

The
10th of December was
9 days before I left, and there were
8 thousand words I should have been writing at
7 pm that night because I had
6 papers due but you needed a prop girl
5 minutes before the show and be
4 I knew it I was that girl and
3 drinks later I was way too drunk
2 walk myself home and you were the nice
1 who made sure I was okay and my heart went from
0 to 60 everytime you smiled at me.
1 week later at
2 in the morning, you walked me home again, and
3rd times the charm, I asked you to stay
4 the night because it was barely
5 degrees outside and I was falling for you out of
6 billion people in the world, despite only knowing you for
7 days. And now
8 months later, and
90 days since I told you I loved you, I thank god for the
10 days I had with you in December.