há, muito provavelmente,
mil e uma desculpas
para partir.

esta é uma delas, e
estará bem no principio do meu
primeiro filme.


the great escape, de patrick watson

"Bad day, looking for a way
Oh, looking for the great escape
Gets in his car and drives away
Far from all the things that we are
Puts on a smile and breaths it in and breaths it out
He says bye-bye, bye to all of the noise
Oh he says bye-bye bye to all of the noise

Hey child, things are looking down,
That’s OK you don’t need to win anyways
Don’t be afraid just eat up all the gray
and it will fade away
Don’t let yourself fall down

Bad day, looking for the great escape
He says bad day, looking for the great escape
On a bad day, looking for the great escape
Great escape"

há momentos
em que as lágrimas
representam a melhor resposta
a tudo.

E ver correr a linha do tempo sobre nós,
segredar-nos a nossa (in)existência,
deixar que ela própria nos detenha
até que a luz reapareça.

When I was younger, younger than before
I never saw the truth hanging from the door
And now Im older see it face to face
And now Im older gotta get up clean the place.

And I was green, greener than the hill
Where the flowers grew and the sun shone still
Now Im darker than the deepest sea
Just hand me down, give me a place to be.

And I was strong, strong in the sun
I thought Id see when day is done
Now Im weaker than the palest blue
Oh, so weak in this need for you.

nick drake - place to be