Ando meio sanguinolenta, deve ser a época (como disse outro dia, é a Lua). Ou talvez seja o meu lado melodramático.


texto de sexta-feira, 07/04/06


I'd like to help you doctor
Yes I really really would
But the din in my head
It's too much and it's no good
I'm standing in a windy tunnel
Shouting through the roar
And I'd like to give the information
You're asking for


But blood makes noise
It's a ringing in my ear
Blood makes noise
And I can't really hear you
In the thickening of fear


I think that you might want to know
The details and the facts
But there's something in my blood
Denies the memory of the acts
So just forget it Doc.
I think it's really
Cool that you're concerned
But we'll have to try again
After the silence has returned


Cause blood makes noise
It's a ringing in my ear
Blood makes noise
And I can't really hear you
In the thickening of fear


(Suzanne Vega - Blood Makes Noise)



Um pensamento momentâneo: será que se eu doar sangue ajuda a tirar quem corre em minhas veias?


Seria bom, pois paixão é febre, obsessão, e o ódio também. E eu ando precisando expurgar ambos (antigamente, acreditava-se que febre corria no sangue). E olha só, meu sangue ajudaria alguém que precisa dele, depois de devidamente exorcizados os meus demônios.


Mas não posso doar sangue, fui (ainda sou?) anêmica. Terei que arranjar outro meio.