Sometimes it's just the talk. That shoulder movement or the walk between the bed and the wall, that enormous, invisible wall. It's just that. A word, a sound or an awkward but comforting silent look.
Sometimes it´s a just an inconvenient song that makes your head spin before your hole life hits you.

Sounds so FUCKING RIGHT!

I was born with the wrong sign
In the wrong house
With the wrong ascendancy
I took the wrong road
That led to the wrong tendencies
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time
For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme
On the wrong day of the wrong week
I used the wrong method with the wrong technique

Wrong

Wrong

There's something wrong with me chemically
Something wrong with me inherently
The wrong mix in the wrong genes
I reached the wrong ends by the wrong means
It was the wrong plan
In the wrong hands
The wrong theory for the wrong man
The wrong eyes on the wrong prize
The wrong questions with the wrong replies

Wrong

Wrong

I was marching to the wrong drum
With the wrong scum
Pissing out the wrong energy
Using all the wrong lines
And the wrong signs
With the wrong intensity
I was on the wrong page of the wrong book
With the wrong rendition of the wrong hook
Made the wrong move, every wrong night
With the wrong tune played till it sounded right yeah

Wrong

Wrong
(Too long)
Wrong
(Too long)

I was born with the wrong sign
In the wrong house
With the wrong ascendancy
I took the wrong road
That led to the wrong tendencies
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time
For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme
On the wrong day of the wrong week
I used the wrong method with the wrong technique

Wrong

Wrong - Depeche Mode

(ripping) Guts

"Standing here eating my heart out waiting
waiting for the nightboat to come
watched about a thousand swallows lately
almost made myself start to run
want to leave this

want to leave this
dark place until morning
want to leave this
dark town far behind
shaking loose this
gloomy bitter feeling
please don't leave me alone
please don't leave me alone
alone with myself tonight
(...)"

Heart Made To Be Mine - Deine Lakaien

WANT TO LEAVE THIS
WANT TO LEAVE THIS
I DON'T NEED THIS
I DON'T NEED THIS
WANT TO LEAVE THIS
WANT TO LEAVE THIS
I DON'T NEED ANY OF THIS...

Vou-me embora daqui, empacotar todos os meus pecados e deles fazer histórias de embalar para adormecer criancinhas. Vou-me enriquecer de miséria...

Still...

Apneia

She holds a key to the room down there
And I, I will follow, but I'll never fall in
Yeah we'll suffer for nothing, and we'll never forgive
God said to no one to do what he did
One second in your presence is a miracle of love
One second denied is a miracle of love

The young man is weakness in a lover's disguise
The woman is strong in her warm bed of lies
How will they hold what they can never perceive
And how do they love what they fail to perceive
One second in your memory is a miracle of love
One heartbeat in your body is a miracle of love
White light on a black sky is a miracle from above
One lonely moment in your arms is the miracle of love

Miracle Of Love - Swans

De volta à imensidão de desejos que não consigo perceber até que ponto me consomem ou deleitam...
A minha mente é um filme demasiado rocambolesco em que o vermelho se tinge com algo que não sei definir, deprimo-me a cada cena interrompida por perguntas do quotidiano e que me trazem de volta à vida. Cada música é melancolicamente escolhida garantindo uma armadilha certeira para os meus ouvidos e desse modo conseguir iludir a minha consciência. Vou perder-me uma e outra vez pelas minhas próprias mãos.

Sorrio.
A minha inconsciência é tão apaixonadamente consciente.

B-side you

Se um dia chegares até mim não fales. Não pronuncies uma única palavra enquanto me enrolares em ti.
Respira, apenas, pesada e profundamente ao meu ouvido enquanto me esmagas no teu peito.

interActividade

Tu tens as minhas tartarugas. As que não aparecem em lado nenhum, que não têm carapaça, que fazem as crianças sorrir no meio da guerra. As que sabem voar.
Tu disseste que ias atirar as minhas tartarugas bem alto e com muita força para ver se elas realmente voavam.
Eu tenho umas botas com o nome do teu cão. As minhas botas são macias, têm a pele lustrosa e ficam contentes quando estão ao lado das tuas sapatilhas.


Vou levar as minhas botas a passear até ao jardim da fonte luminosa. É que elas estão tristes, têm saudades de saltitar à tua volta.