sandra aka margarete ~ acknowledgeyourself@gmail.com

pedaços de uma bóia para me ir salvando por entre o vácuo de pingos

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tenho estado ausente, quer dizer, nem isso sei, parece-me que tenho estado ausente do blog, tenho saudades, é verdade, mas também é verdade que me tenho roubado mais tempo e o tempo que se rouba fica em falta nalgum lugar.
queria contar-vos tanto, há sempre muito que contar sabem, suspeito que seja à causa da Lei de Lavoisier. por isso mesmo, continuo em espanto galopante e quero continuar a ver e a ler a ler a ler; nos intervalos, continuar aqui, assim, sem medo da incapacidade de armazenamento de informação, enquanto a já armazenada for sendo processada... até já!
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The Sound Of Fear

Sun comes up on the old neighborhood
Spray-painted bricks and dead firewood
Well i don't know where i'm gonna be next
I don't care where i'm gonna be

Next time if you think of it
You might remember me as
The one who let you down
But never made another
Sound of fear

Some people like to call me chuck
It's charles and you are shit outta' luck
If you think you know what happens next
You think you know what happens

Next time if you think of it
You might remember me as
The one who let you down
But never made another
Sound of fear

Sun goes down on the old neighborhood
Dark, damp the stop where i once stood
I don't know where the bus stops next
And i don't care where the bus stops

Next time if you think of it
You might remember me as
The one who let you down
But never made another
Sound of fear

The sound of fear
I can't hear
The sound of fear

Eels

; )


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