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~me;
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Trabalho em uníssono com a gravidade. Os extremos que me constituem são pontas arredondadas dum paralelepipedo. Ainda assim, se tentares, consegues estudar-lhe a área, o perímetro; saber de cor o tamanho que possui cada um dos lados e o valor que os distribui. O progresso do movimento reparte-se em sensações infindáveis, as quais dei a conhecer às fadas noutras fantasias. E o que resta do brilho que o caracterizava subiu-me ao olhar nos momentos gloriosos em que, cada pequeno momento dum dia, a essas fantasias eu me sucumbia. Parcial à indiferença do nascer, continuo a mesma. Se isso é bom? Não o sei de certo dizer. Mas tenho a certeza segura do meu parecer, do meu ser, do meu viver. É intermitente e ainda assim, inalterável.
~music;
10 years; a perfect circle; angelspit; apocalyptica; before the torn; before their eyes; beethoven; billy idol; blur; boys like girls; bullet for my valentine; bullets and octane; circus contraption; coal chamber; cradle of filth; daft punk; black stone cherry; deadstar assembly; deathstars; deftones; dimmu borgir; disturbed; dope stars inc; drowning pool; dulce liquido; dustin o'halloran; elvis presley; emilie autumn; error; eths; evanescence; fall out boy; flyleaf; from autumn to ashes; hoobastank; incubus; kap bambino; kittie; korn; (old) linkin park; lost link; machine head; marc ferrari; marylin manson; metallica; more than a thousand; mortallica; mozart; mudvayne; murderdolls; my cubic emotion; new order; nickelback; nine inch nails; nirvana; one hundred steps; otep; pale kids; panic at the disco; pantera; paramore; porcelain and the tramps; puddle of mudd; rob zombie; saosin; seether; she wants revenge; slipknot; smile empty soul; staind; stone sour; suicide commando; system of a down; the birthday massacre; the clash; the cramps; the dresden dolls; the prodigy; the prom kings; the ting tings; tsunamy bomb; we are the damned; you me at six; vivaldi.
~wishlist;
fisheye lens; cat lenses; venice cat mask; jeans; a men; lip piercing; driving code; finish the photography course; london; vinil; netbook; summer work;
~friends;
94 abbsfbfs; el gatito latino; neechee;
~yours.
deviantart; myspace; hi5;
Sunday, 21 February 2010

they can't take that away from me



There are many many crazy things
That will keep me loving you
And with your permission
May I list a few

The way you wear your hat
The way you sip your tea
The memory of all that
No they can't take that away from me

The way your smile just beams
The way you sing off key
The way you haunt my dreams
No they can't take that away from me

We may never never meet again, on that bumpy road to love
Still I'll always, always keep the memory of

The way you hold your knife
The way we danced till three
The way you changed my life
No they can't take that away from me

xoxo
camille




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