Taking it to the next level

Piegas? Não. Eu reagi precisamente da mesma forma.



"They take pictures of mountain climbers at the top of the mountain. They’re smiling, ecstatic, triumphant. They don't take pictures along the way. 'Cause who wants to remember the rest of it? We push ourselves because we have to. Not because we like it. The relentless climb. The pain and anguish of taking it to the next level. Nobody takes pictures of that. Nobody wants to remember. We just want to remember the view from the top. The breathtaking moment at the edge of the world. That's what keeps up climbing. And it's worth the pain. That's the crazy part. It's worth anything."

If I have forgotten?

If I have forgotten how to love myself?

No, I swear I haven't!

I can't let you be
Cause your beauty won't allow me
Wrapped in white sheets
Like an angel from a bedtime story
Shut out what they say
Cause your friends are fucked up anyway
And when they come around
Somehow they feel up and you feel down
When we were kids
We hated things our parents did
We listened low
To casey kasem's radio show
That's when friends were nice
To think of them just makes you feel nice
The smell of grass in spring
And october leaves cover everything
Have you forgotten how to love yourself?
I can't believe all the good things that you do for me
Sat back in a chair
Like a princess from a faraway place
Nobody's nice
When you're older your heart turns to ice
And shut out what they say
They're too dumb to mean it anyway
When we were kids
We hated things our sisters did
Backyard summer pools
And christmases were beautiful
And the sentiment
Of coloured mirrored ornaments
And the open drapes
Look out on frozen farmhouse landscapes
Have you forgotten how to love yourself?

RED HOUSE PAINTERS - Have You Forgotten

You don't throw your life away
Going inside
You get to know who's watching you
And who besides you resides
In your body
Where you're slow
Where you go doesn't matter
Cuz there will come a time
When time goes out the window
And you'll learn to drive out of focus
I'm you and if anything unfolds
it's supposed to
You don't throw your time away sitting still
I'm in a chain of memories
It's my will
And I had to consult some figures of my past
And I know someone after me
Will go right back
I'm not telling a view
I've got this night to unglue
I moved this fight away
By doing things there's no reason to do

Going Inside,

JOHN FRUSCIANTE

She was standing there by the broken tree
Her hands were all twisted she was pointing at me
I was damned by the light coming out of her eyes
She spoke with a voice that disrupted the sky
She said ' Come on over to the bitter shade,
I will wrap you in my arms
and you'll know you've been saved'
Let me sign, let me sign,
can't fight the devil so just let me sign.

I was out for a drink in a soho bar
The air was smoked out liked a cheap cigar
She rose out of her seat like a painted ghost
She was the woman that I wanted the most
As she reached for my arm I gave her my hand
I said 'Lay me down easy let me understand'
Let me sign, let me sign,
can't fight the devil so just let me sign.

As I walked through the door
she was still in my head
As I entered the room she was laid there in bed
She reached out for me all twisted in black
I was on my way down, never coming back
let me sign, let me sign,
can't fight the devil so just let me sign.
let me sign, let me sign,
can't fight the devil so just let me sign.

Let Me Sign,

escrito por MARCUS FOSTER e BOBBY LONG

Robert Pattinson (com letra modificada pelos compositores)

Too much love... Will it kill you?

...
Too much love will kill you
Just as sure as none at all
It'll drain the power that's in you
Make you plead and scream and crawl
And the pain will make you crazy
You're the victim of your crime
Too much love will kill you every time

Yeah too much love will kill you
It'll make your life a lie
Yes too much love will kill you
And you won't understand why
You'd give your life you'd sell your soul
But here it comes again
Too much love will kill you
In the end
In the end

Too Much Love Will Kill You,

QUEEN

Queen - Too Much Love Will Kill You

Não me parece que consiga arranjar tempo para escrever hoje, infelizmente! Amanhã estarei mais liberta, finalmente!

Assim sendo, deixo apenas mais uma música, uma que não me largava durante a reprodução aleatória.


Kings of Convenience - Envoy

Oh!
Não é magnífica?


Jeff Buckley - Lover, you should've come over



Para quem prefere o mundo do Jazz, há esta versão maravilhosa do Jamie Cullum:

Seriously!

Ha pessoas que entram na nossa vida e que num apice fazem toda a diferença! Nao e de esperar que com a maior das facilidades alguem chegue e repare uma parte nossa que ha muito nao se mostrava intacta. Surpreende-me a forma de como num curto periodo de tempo alguem consegue fazer de nos aquilo que haviamos desistido de ser por perdemos a vontade.

E assim e-me impossivel conceber a ideia de que uma qualquer pessoa admita poder viver so consigo, alienar-se do mundo.
O que podemos chamar aos que em nada mais se concentram se nao na sua pessoa? Como e que conseguem construir a sua volta um circulo fechado que nao permite a entrada de quem apenas gostava de estabelecer laços? Existe uma unica pessoa que consiga ao mesmo tempo viver feliz e atravessar o mundo fazendo da singularidade o seu caminho predileto? Seriously!

Nao acredito que esta forma de ver a vida possa realmente ser seguida por alguem! Porque nao se e nada sem aqueles que constituem um pedaço do nosso ser, porque nao ha ninguem que tenha em si uma força interior de tal ordem que lhe permita seguir permanentemente em frente, porque cada um de nos se vai moldando atraves das experiencias com os outros, porque a coragem constroi-se juntamente com a ajuda dos que acreditam em nos e que vao colmatando as pedras em falta que ao longo do caminho nos esquecemos de lançar, criando entao uma linha de apoio que nos da o impulso para olhar em frente.

Eu gosto de ter as pessoas a minha volta, de as ter ao meu lado. Gosto de coisas simples como ter uma mao a segurar a minha, de nao precisar de pedir um abraço quando me faz falta, de ter alguem que corrompa o movimento tenue mas constante das lagrimas quando elas insistem em cair. Gosto das minhas amigas e dos meus amigos. Gosto de dar valor a quem me e essencial. Gosto de mostrar o quanto me importo com eles.

(para a Xixi um enorme beijinho, nao so de parabens mas porque gosto muito muito muito de ti!
E um profundo "obrigada", bem como a ti Sofia!)



Carla Bruni - Le Toi Du Moi