"Poema é coisa de frinfa,
Ver a poesia nas coisas é coisa de macho."
Augusto Serquiz.
quarta-feira, 10 de março de 2010
quinta-feira, 4 de março de 2010
terça-feira, 2 de março de 2010
Depilação
oh, doce depilação
quando a cera toca minha pele e arranca os pelos
eu grito, sim, grito
como dói, dói como quando você me deixou
por que temos que fazer isso?
eu não quero mais me depilar
não
virarei um homo sapiens natural
transformada em animal
como a minha alma original
pararei
pararei de me depilar
Em homenagem a Ciro Gomes, que se depila de amor todos os dias.
quando a cera toca minha pele e arranca os pelos
eu grito, sim, grito
como dói, dói como quando você me deixou
por que temos que fazer isso?
eu não quero mais me depilar
não
virarei um homo sapiens natural
transformada em animal
como a minha alma original
pararei
pararei de me depilar
Em homenagem a Ciro Gomes, que se depila de amor todos os dias.
domingo, 10 de janeiro de 2010
Lovesick
Dear, I wrote you a song
Despite the fact, you did me wrong
And Dear, I don't know what the hell is going on with you
But something ain't right
You tell me that you love me, then you go and leave me
Why you do this to me, baby? I'm a love sick
I just can't sleep, just can't eat
Can't do much of anything at all
Cause I'm sick and in love with you, dear.
Dear, I wrote you a song
And I hope that you would sing along
And dear, I've been working my ass off for you
Cause something ain't right
You tell me that you love me, then you go and leave me
Why you do this to me, baby, i'm a love sick
I just can't sleep, just can't eat
Can't do much of anything at all
Cause I'm sick and in love with you, dear.
Christofer Drew
Despite the fact, you did me wrong
And Dear, I don't know what the hell is going on with you
But something ain't right
You tell me that you love me, then you go and leave me
Why you do this to me, baby? I'm a love sick
I just can't sleep, just can't eat
Can't do much of anything at all
Cause I'm sick and in love with you, dear.
Dear, I wrote you a song
And I hope that you would sing along
And dear, I've been working my ass off for you
Cause something ain't right
You tell me that you love me, then you go and leave me
Why you do this to me, baby, i'm a love sick
I just can't sleep, just can't eat
Can't do much of anything at all
Cause I'm sick and in love with you, dear.
Christofer Drew
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