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Fly Me To The Moon
Fly me to the moon and
Let me play amoung the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On jupiter and mars
In other words, hold my hand
In other words, baby kiss me
Fill my heart with song and
Let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true
In other words, I'm in love with you
Fill my heart with song and
Let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true
In other words
In other words,
I, I love, I love you
I'm so sorry, stupid girl! I am so! And you can't make nothing. I want to live my life, so... Leave me, please.
“And I hope, with all my heart, that you find the answers to your questions. But the answers that you’re looking for are closer than you think. They’re in your heart and in the hearts of those who love you. And that is right here at home. Now, in your life you’re going to go to some great places and you’re gonna do some wonderful things. But no matter where you go, or who you become, this place will always be with you.”
HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with the golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams beneath your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams...
Just keep moving forward and don't give a shit about what anybody thinks. Do what you have to do for you.
I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick — it even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you're always right.
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh — even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it that you're not around and the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you — not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
Tell me what you want, but have the decency to look into my eyes while talking and have the courage to hear my answer.
Stop the clocks...tell them my life has stopped...and I´ve been searching all around the blocks...for some space to breathe...for someone to love...
Queria dizer tudo o que penso, mas tenho medo.
Queria dizer que quando seguras o meu braço e andamos lado a lado meu coração bate mais forte.
Queria dizer que quando nos abraçamos eu sinto que, por alguns instantes, o mundo gira devagar.
Mas nada que eu diga me parece exato
Nada que eu pense tem um sentido claro
E por medo de estragar tudo e correr o risco de perder sua amizade e o seu carinho ...
Eu apenas queria ....
Wonder had gone away, and he had forgotten that all life is only a set of pictures in the brain, among which there is no difference betwixt those born of real things and those born of inward dreamings, and no cause to value the one above the other.
Boys you can break
You'll find out how much they can take
Boys will be strong and
Boys soldier on
But boys would be gone
Without warmth from
A woman's good, good heart
Evil is everywhere on earth, and one of its forms is happiness.
O mal está por toda a Terra e uma das suas formas é a felicidade.
(Aforismos e afins)
You are like a fresh water jug and I a lost wanderer in the desert with the jug in hands can't take the forbidden water
We could've had it all rolling in the deep you had my heart inside of your hand and you played it to the beat.
Ridding my life of losers and liars was one of the best gifts I EVER gave to myself. Onward and upward!
I stand in the ring
in the dead city
and tie on the red shoes.
Everything that was calm
is mine, the watch with an ant walking,
the toes, lined up like dogs,
the stove long before it boils toads,
the parlor, white in winter, long before flies,
the doe lying down on moss, long before the bullet.
I tie on the red shoes.
They are not mine.
They are my mother’s.
Her mother’s before.
Handed down like an heirloom
but hidden like shameful letters.
The house and the street where they belong
are hidden and all the women, too,
are hidden.
All those girls
who wore the red shoes,
each boarded a train that would not stop.
Stations flew by like suitors and would not stop.
They all danced like trout on the hook.
They were played with.
They tore off their ears like safety pins.
Their arms fell off them and became hats.
Their heads rolled off and sang down the street.
And their feet – oh God, their feet in the market place -
their feet, those two beetles, ran for the corner
and then danced forth as if they were proud.
Surely, people exclaimed,
surely they are mechanical. Otherwise…
But the feet went on.
The feet could not stop.
They were wound up like a cobra that sees you.
They were elastic pulling itself in two.
They were islands during an earthquake.
They were ships colliding and going down.
Never mind you and me.
They could not listen.
They could not stop.
What they did was the death dance.
What they did would do them in.
