Pressão!

Menos uma hora de sono

Mais 8 páginas de relatório

Já só faltam (no máximo) 22

Estou a conseguir

8 x 4 = 32

Se continuar com esta média

Sobram-me 2 páginas

Sinto-me muito mais calma

Pressão! Pressão! Pressão!

a poesia da minha vida

Depois de amanhã, sim, só depois de amanhã...
Levarei amanhã a pensar em depois de amanhã,
E assim será possível; mas hoje não...
Não, hoje nada; hoje não posso.
A persistência confusa da minha subjectividade objectiva,
O sono da minha vida real, intercalado,
O cansaço antecipado e infinito,
Um cansaço de mundos para apanhar um eléctrico...
Esta espécie de alma...
Só depois de amanhã...
Hoje quero preparar-me,
Quero preparar-me para pensar amanhã no dia seguinte...
Ele é que é decisivo.
Tenho já o plano traçado; mas não, hoje não traço planos...
Amanhã é o dia dos planos.
Amanhã sentar-me-ei à secretária para conquistar o mundo;
Mas só conquistarei o mundo depois de amanha...
Tenho vontade de chorar,
Tenho vontade chorar muito de repente, de dentro...
Não, não queiram saber mais nada, é segredo, não digo.
Só depois de amanhã...
Quando era criança o circo de domingo divertia-me toda a semana.
Hoje só me diverte o circo de domingo de toda a semana da minha infância...
Depois de amanhã serei outro,
A minha vida triunfar-se-á,
Todas minhas qualidades reais de inteligente, lido e prático
Serão convocadas por um edital...
Mas por um edital de amanhã...
Por hoje, qual é o espetáculo que me repetiria a infância?
Mesmo para eu comprar bilhetes amanhã,
Que depois de amanhã é que está bem o espetáculo...
Antes, não...
Depois de amanhã terei a pose pública para amanhã estudarei.
Depois de amanhã serei finalmente o que hoje não posso nunca ser.
Só depois de amanhã...
Tenho sono como o frio de um cão vadio.
Tenho muito sono.
Amanhã te direi as palavras, ou depois de amanhã...
Sim, talvez só depois de amanhã...

O porvir...
Sim, o porvir...

Álvaro de Campos - Adiamento

girafas amores meus

They tried to make me go to rehab
I said no, no, no.
Yes I been black, but when I come back
You wont know, know, know.

I ain’t got the time
And if my daddy thinks im fine
He’s tried to make me go to rehab
I wont go, go, go.

I’d rather be at home with ray
I ain’t got 70 days
Cos there’s nothing, nothing you can teach me
That I can’t learn, from yester halfaway

Didn’t get a lot in class
But I know it don’t come in a shot glass

They’re tryin to make me go to rehab
I said no, no, no
Yes I been black, but when I come back
You wont know, know, know.

I aint got the time,
And if my Daddy thinks im fine,
He’s tried to make me go to rehab,
I wont go, go, go.

The man said, why you think you here?
I said, I got no idea
Im gonna, im gonna loose my baby
So I always keep a bottle near

Said, I just think you’re depressed
Kiss me, yeah baby
And the rest

I’m tryin to make me go to rehab
I said no, no, no
Yes I been black, but when I come back
You wont know, know, know

I don’t ever wanna drink again
I just, ooo, I just need a friend
Im not gonna spend 10 weeks
Have everyone think im on the mend

It’s not just my pride
It’s just til these tears have dried

They’re tryin to make me go to rehab
I said no, no, no
Yes I been black, but when I come back,
You wont know, know, know

I aint got the time,
And if my daddy thinks im fine
He’s trying to make me go to rehab
I wont go, go, go.

ai... falta-me 1bocadinho assim... TU! LOOOOL

voltei aos meus tempos de pita tresloucada... mas olha... isto de aturar pessoas piores que eu não leva a melhoras... ai não leva não...

avril lavigne . girlfriend

Hey Hey You You
I don't like your girlfriend
No way No way
I think you need a new one
Hey Hey You You
I could be your girlfriend

Hey Hey You You
I know that you like me
No way No way
No, it's not a secret
Hey Hey You You
I want to be your girlfriend

You're so fine
I want you mine
You're so delicious
I think about you all the time
You're so addictive
Don't you know
What I can do
To make you feel alright

Don't pretend
I think you know
I'm damn precious
And hell yeah
I'm the mother fucking princess
I can tell you like me too
And you know I'm right

She's like so whatever
You can do so much better
I think we should get together now
And that's what everyone's talking about

I can see the way
I see the way
You look at me
And even when you look away
I know you think of me
I know you talk about me all the time
again and again

So come over here
and tell me what I wanna hear
Better, yet, make your girlfriend disappear
I don't wanna hear you say her name
ever again
Because...

She's like so whatever
You can do so much better
I think we should get together now
And that's what everyone's talking about

Hey Hey You You
I don't like your girlfriend
No way No way
I think you need a new one
Hey Hey You You
I could be your girlfriend

Hey Hey You You
I know that you like me
No way No way
No, it's not a secret
Hey Hey You You
I want to be your girlfriend

In a second you'll be wrapped around my finger
'Cause I can, 'cause I can do it better
There's no other, so when's it gonna sink in
She's so stupid, what the hell were you thinking?

In a second you'll be wrapped around my finger
'Cause I can, 'cause I can do it better
There's no other, so when's it gonna sink in
She's so stupid, what the hell were you thinking?

Hey Hey You You
I don't like your girlfriend
No way No way
I think you need a new one
Hey Hey You You
I could be your girlfriend

(No Way)

Hey Hey You You
I know that you like me
No way No way
No, it's not a secret
Hey Hey You You
I want to be your girlfriend

VIVA!!!

Acho que o meu cantinho (aKa blog) precisa da informação de que:

ACABARAM-SE AS CADEIRAS!!!!

(Agora só bancos!!! :P)

ele é assim...

He's trying to catch you in it
And then he'll back you in it
Cos he's just another girl addict
And if you give it away
You've gotta be crazy

Stop!
You better shake him off
Before he gets ya
(He's coming to getcha, he's coming to getcha)
Stop!
He'll only build you up
And then he'll getcha
He's dirty to the bone - beware of the dog!

ou pelo menos é assim que eu vejo a coisa...

mika . grace kelly . GRD VÍCIO

Do I attract you?
Do I repulse you with my queasy smile?
Am I too dirty?
Am I too flirty?
Do I like what you like?

I could be wholesome
I could be loathsome
I guess Im a little bit shy
Why dont you like me?
Why dont you like me without making me try?

I try to be like Grace Kelly
But all her looks were too sad
So I try a little Freddie
Ive gone identity mad!

I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why dont you like me?
Why dont you like me?
Why dont you walk out the door!

How can I help it
How can I help it
How can I help what you think?
Hello my baby
Hello my baby
Putting my life on the brink
Why dont yo like me
Why dont you like me
Why dont you like yourself?
Should I bend over?
Should I look older just to be put on the shelf?

I try to be like Grace Kelly
But all her looks were too sad
So I try a little Freddie
Ive gone identity mad!

I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why dont you like me?
Why dont you like me?
Why dont you walk out the door!

Say what you want to satisfy yourself
But you only want what everybody else says you should want

I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why dont you like me?
Why dont you like me?
Why dont you walk out the door

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