My old future

My pix. My thoughts. My feelings.

S.T.R.A.N.G.E.L.O.V.E

You should never go to them
Let them come to you
Just like I do
Just like I do

—The Smiths

Pushed around and kicked around
Always a lonely boy
You were the one
That they’d talk about around town
As they put you down

And as hard as they would try
They’d hurt to make you cry
But you never cried to them
Just to your soul
No you never cried to them
Just to your soul

—Smalltown Boy - Bronski beat

Como esquecer? Como perder aquilo que nunca se teve realmente?
Estou tentando não deixar meu coração se partir…

Mother will never understand
Why you had to leave
But the answers you seek
Will never be found at home
The love that you need
Will never be found at home

—Smalltown boy - Bronki beat

Simplicity, complexity, oh what a tragedy
Reality, insanity, strange normality
Incredible, untouchable, but just visual
And I want you, just you
oh Boum Boum Boum

—Boum Boum - ENIGMA

No words.

No words.