tryna make it throught the wall

and I know that I'm in space
and I know that's not real
it's just the way that I feel

washed out and the flower girl

it feels like those flowers are caressing her skin

dispersão

perdi-me dentro de mim
porque eu era labirinto,
e hoje, quando me sinto,
é com saudades de mim.
como se chora um amante,
assim me choro a mim mesmo:
eu fui amante inconstante
que se traiu a si mesmo.
não sinto o espaço que encerro
nem as linhas que projeto:
se me olho a um espelho, erro —
não me acho no que projeto.
mario de sá carneiro

deerhunter cover

I lose my voice, I know
but I've nothing left to say
(nothing left to pray)

you've got some charm I must admit

summer holiday - wild nothing

don't come over, unless you wanna feel something

you psychic charmer, can tell my future
you're more than close, then I should suck you in
blind faith lies inside me, so I wait for you hopelessly
wasting the morning, wasting the afternoon,
I'm just your slow death

anything you want it can be done