Meu micro:
Meu violão:
Meu outro violão, herdado do meu pai:
Meu macaco que fuma charuto e assovia:
Parte da minha estante de livros:
Adesivo colado na janela do quarto:
Minha cara de “Ei, é noite de sábado e estou sozinho jogado às traças, mas pelo menos tenho uma câmera digital nova!”:
Quer fazer um blog mas tem preguiça só de pensar nesse negócio de template, sistema de comentários, figuras etc? Pois chegou a solução para os seus problemas! O moskito resolveu leiloar o de que jeito! Dê seu lance aqui. Vale a pena!
Lá em cima meu irmão ouve Rage Against The Machine e Planet Hemp no talo. Aqui embaixo eu ouço Ray Charles e João Gilberto no volume máximo. No meio, meus pais pensam em fugir de casa.
Risadinha é um bom rapaz. Mandou pra mim o link para a nova música do REM, Final Straw. Querem ouvir também? Aqui, ó. E a letra é foda, vejam só:
Final Straw
As I raise my head to broadcast my objection
As your latest triumph draws the final straw
Who died and lifted you up to perfection?
And what silenced me is written into law.
I can’t believe where circumstance has thrown me
And I turn my head away
If I look I’m not sure that I could face you.
Not again. Not today. Not today.
If hatred makes a play on me tomorrow
And forgiveness takes a back seat to revenge
There’s a hurt down deep that has not been corrected
There’s a voice in me that says you will not win.
And if I ignore the voice inside,
Raise a half glass to my home.
But it’s there that I am most afraid,
And forgetting doesn’t hold.
It doesn’t hold. Now I don’t believe and I never did
That two wrongs make a right.
If the world were filled with the likes of you
Then I’m putting up a fight. Putting up a fight.
Putting up a fight. Make it right. Make it right.
Now love cannot be called into question.
Forgiveness is the only hope I hold.
And love—– love will be my strongest weapon.
I do believe that I am not alone.
For this fear will not destroy me.
And the tears that have been shed
It’s knowing now where I am weakest
And the voice in my head. In my head.
Then I raise my voice up higher
And I look you in the eye
And I offer love with one condition.
With conviction, tell me why.
Tell me why.
Tell me why.
Look me in the eye.
Tell me why.
Vamos fazer aquela brincadeira que meu amigo Panda tanto gosta? Aquela chamada Cada-Um-Cuida-Da-Sua-Vida? Vaaaaaaaaaaaaamo!!!!
