inside she feels like winter
for the child that died within her
she walks the streets to pass the time
Thursday, October 2nd, 2008
adorava tirar isto da cabeça, mas fica, depois de esperar 30 minutos ao telefone
Wednesday, September 24th, 2008
sentimento do dia
Wednesday, September 24th, 2008
“They fuck you up, your mom and dad
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-stylen hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another’s throats.
Man hands on misery to man
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can
And don’t have any kids yourself.”