quinta-feira, 18 de fevereiro de 2010

"When you get sad...

..May it be only for one day, not for the whole year." [Amor pra Recomecar - Frejat]

"She was felling sad, more alone than any other day. She missed everything and everybody, even the things and people she didn't like. It seemed like all her memories where coming from another lifetime and that in this one she was just that lonely girl.

She felt the tears coming from thinking about the time apart so she forced her mind to go on some other place.

"She was with her whole family in one of those birthday parties, dancing to a song she hated but still having so much fun..." - "It's been a while that I don't allow myself to be silly", she thought.

"She was sitting on the grass with her best friend on a Sunday Afternoon, in front of that place so special, after laughing their asses off on a long car ride." - a smile came.

"She was thirteen, and was singing to a bad karaoke music, in a bad English, while everybody worked to put the house in order... They spent the whole day playing instead and waited 'till the last moment to do what they had to do. It was more fun that way." - She decided to call her friends and spend more time together in the future.

What seemed to be leading to a depressing night, turned out to be the night that brought back special memories that would keep her from being sad for long time."

terça-feira, 9 de fevereiro de 2010

"You gotta Stand for Something..."

"...or you'll fall for anything. [Fall for Anything - The Script]"

"Her whole life she tried to please everybody. The little sister always had the nicest toys, the kids at school always got the answer on the test, the best friend dated the boy she liked without her saying a word.

Her life was as empty as it could be. She didn't have anything, never was appreciated for what she had done, never had someone to stand by her.

So she got tired of just being and decided to start living.
She would think on her wishes before asking somebody else's opinion without being afraid to be called selfish. Would go for what she wanted, for who she wanted...

Only because someone told her to stand for something and she realized that, that something, was herself.

sábado, 6 de fevereiro de 2010

The (Script) Inspiration.

I've been alone for a while now and during this long seven (almost eight) months I've learned to find strength and friendship on "my" songs. They are "mine" even thou I didn't really write anything. They are mine because I needed something to own when everything around me is someone else's. They are my friendly words, my company, my happiness and most important, my inspiration.

Every new artist I "found" looking around the internet, movies and music channels on TV (and I used to hate them), talk with me or for me on their songs. Even if is only with one sentence, they are always putting out the thoughts I have and can't share with no one. I guess they (the songs) were always there but I didn't need them before as much as I do now.

The last inspiration comes from Ireland and is totally different from what I was use to hear from that country. The Script has some powerfull lyrics that I just can't stop listening to and wishing that I could show to other people so that they would see the new me that I didn't even know I had.

The next posts will probably be born in the middle of the night, with the Ipod playing "I'm Yours" and the notebook being turned on when I was supposed to be sleeping...