Hum...
That's funny... I never liked the summer anyway. But I just feel at home here!
You know the feeling that you've just being pushed around?
Yeah, just... Wake up, dress up, breakfast... school or work, whatever, doesn't matter. Back home, dinner, bed. You know?
Did you ever wanted to be in somebody else's shoes? Did you ever wanted to be in my shoes? In Brad Pitt's shoes? I don't know... We're all, just, alike... in away. And different too. I guess. Well, I'm not sure.
What do you call home? Your house? Where you were born? Where you grew up? Where is my home now? And Brad Pitt's home? Is he there? Is he really home?
Why can't I look at you every morning? Are you there? Are you home, babe? Where are you?
I guess the winter makes me sad!
I wanted to be in California... Is California home, hum? Where are you?
I dreamed of flowers yesterday. Orange, pink, white and blue. In a sequence, like everything we do. And they smelled like you hair. Actually, they smelled like air, I was just dreaming, but I swear that I really wanted them to smell like your hair... in my dream.
I don't know, I think I want to go home now.
And don't give me that look. Yeah, I know, but I know you have that look. I don't need to look at you to know how you look. I don't need to dream to know how you smell... I... well, I don't need be there to see you.
I just need to be home. Home... Where's home?
Where are you?
Hum, Have you ever felt like you just appeared from no where in the middle of something? At some place, some situation, whatever? Yeah, cause that's life.
Oh, let me tell you, it's supposed to be boring! Yep, it's supposed to feel like you've already seen it. But different, and new... at the same time.
They say that we're always looking for something... Please tell them that, whatever it is, I did not find it yet, but I sure found a lot of interesting stuff around here. Like butterflies, and flowers... yeah, flowers, and they smell like your hair, in my dreams...
You know what I like? I like the way you look at me when you wake up. I like the way your voice comes out to say good morning... it makes me feel funny.
You know what? ... just tell me something. Where am I?
Cause I'm tired of asking where you are...
Actually, I already know that... every time I close my eyes.
You're here. But I'm not. And I cannot hide. Because I am romantic.
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Texto e foto por Fastolf Brambel
Sorry... but I need to tell you that you´re getting lost... lost in all this feeling, in all this love...
Perfect...
Ôpa!
Claro que pode linkar! :D
Agradeço deveras! E já coloquei seu blog lá, também!
Abração!
Ohmygod!! Are you just getting crazy, darling?
You know what? I know where you home is, and I'm actually at home right now. Trust me, you home looks beautiful...still smells decilious...still has that wonderful sky!
Beijos baby.
I miss you...I miss tghe whole family...but still...I'm at home!
Cara, "belíssissímas" fotos que você tem aqui, os textos tbm são bem legais.
(Qto ao curta, é um projeto que eu e mais 2 amigos estamos tentando tocar. Coisa bem low-profile, pra ver se a gente se vira em FX. Se você tá nessa área dá umas dicas, heheh)
Oii!
Liiinda sua namorada! lindo texto! Até deu vontade de deixar essa vida de aventuras de lado e me apaixonar! rsrsrs
Não tem nada de novo no meu flog, nem precisa aparecer rsrrs.
Beijo!
ps: será ela a noiva (que eu tbm não vi) no seu casamento? rsrsrs
Beautiful, Perfect, Lovely!
Eletric colors in your flowers, in your dreams, in your days and nights, in your life.
Your entire world changes into a bright rainbow sky.
Every place is your home, when you smells like teen spirit.It smells love!
P.S.: Smile is her best make-up!
Miss you, teeny brother!!!
Paola.Z
caro amigo brambel,
pensemos.
Retruque. Dialética. Tese, síntese e antítese.
Faz tempo que a conclusão não chega.
Tradutor péssimo...sono...cansaço!!!
Não sei porque veio na minha mente uma música do Lobão.
Começou a chover!!!Hum...saco isso!!!
Maldade pura fazer essa velha amiga usar o tradutor a essa hora!!!hahahahahahaha
Beijooo
Ahhh já ia esquecendo...como diz uma amiga querida..." fui eu que fiz"!!!!HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
"You're here. But I'm not. And I cannot hide. "
Hummm, i know what you mean..
you were talkin about your love! or maybe not...
but i know the feeling of knowing what home's to you but not being there or not even being in your own self to begin with so you cant even be home... you know?
i might be wrong...