30 de julho de 2010

Exit Music (For A Film)

Wake.. from your sleep
The drying of your tears
Today we escape, we escape

Pack.. and get dressed
Before your father hears us
Before all hell breaks loose

Breathe, keep breathing
Don't lose your nerve
Breathe, keep breathing
I can't do this alone

22 de julho de 2010

My Stomach Is The Most Violent Of All Of Italy (feat. Asia Argento)

Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?

Think not of them, thou hast thy music too
While the barred clouds bloom the soft dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue,

'Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;

And full grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourne:
Hedge-crickets sing; and now woth treble soft
The redbreast whistles from a garden croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
John Keats

19 de julho de 2010


Gosto de gente Bacana.