BLIND(FOLDED)*

I dont know
If it isn't really there

Or if I don't recognize it

Or if I don't think I am fit to it anymore

Lets say it is there. Will I see it?

If I saw it, will I know what it is?

If so, will I take it?

I fear, sometimes
That the doubt comes from my whole self
Perhaps from that same old crow

That lives in the corner of my soul

Screaming

You tooooo old for that shit!

(Never More?)

Or maybe

Hopefully

It is just that time hasn't had enough time yet

To mend that broken, overbaten heart.


*for the blind motherf#cker

sunday morning

electricity was off in the building. i was feeling really tired for no reason. running my eyes through an old magazine. my cell phone kept on ringing.

my father died in a sunday morning.

as days go by...

it all keeps feeling worse. worse and worse everyday. how come?

you have got to be kidding!

rose colored????

I am dizzy

because of so many laps around the sun...
.

I feel so grateful

do you think YOUR friends love you?

go THERE, then.

and, well, think again...

Sky. Heaven.

brunette, shiny curly hair, young, thin, smooth jazzy voice.
disgustingly sexy.
her name means sky. or heaven.
she looks and sings like an angel.
she makes me sick. but proud.

thank god there are still brazilian girls who make us proud.



please, just ignore the weird men introducing the girl in german.