domingo, 24 de agosto de 2008

'cause you could have been number one

and you could have ruled the whole world
and we could have had so much fun
but you blew it away

domingo, 17 de agosto de 2008

I was one of the insatiables.

The ones you'd always find sitting closest to the screen. Why do we sit so close? Maybe it was because we wanted to receive the images first. When they were still new, still fresh. Before they cleared the hurdles of the rows behind us. Before they'd been relayed back from row to row, spectator to spectator; until worn out, secondhand, the size of a postage stamp, it returned to the projectionist's cabin. Maybe, too, the screen was really a screen. It screened us... from the world.

quarta-feira, 13 de agosto de 2008


Je m'appelle Bruna.

segunda-feira, 11 de agosto de 2008

o início de uma nova era

em diversos sentidos.

(temos um novo baterista! e bonito! yey!)

quinta-feira, 7 de agosto de 2008

dias chuvosos

Eu queria saber descrever o que Oscar Wilde me faz sentir, mas não cosigo. De algum modo, ele é o meu melhor amigo e meu mestre, mesmo que não saiba disso.

Alors soyez gentils!

Ne melaissez pas tellement triste : écrivez-moivite qu'il est revenu...