Li que o Elizondo morreu, não pude mais ler.
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Li que o Elizondo morreu, não pude mais ler.
Las mentiras que contamos sin necesidade, sólo por placer, son las unicas que valen la pena.
- Deus, meu Deus. Por que nos abandonastes?
- OPS, FOI MAL. VOCÊS AINDA ESTÃO POR AÍ? NEM ME LEMBRAVA.
Grafite não é nada mais do que a reparação de um crime.
It´s strange how people think life is so easy.
Shrimp is a fish because I said so.
The world could be much more simple if everybody followed my rules: if I aggree it´s good, if I don´t it´s wrong.
Minha vida até agora foi uma sucessão de desistências.
When it started to rain I knew it was going to be a sad sad night.
The man in panic in the cheap motel called 911
“There´s no outlet! There´s no outlet”
That day I woke up and saw that I was Ian Curtis. So I didn´t wake up.
I woke up and Pink was playing in the MTV. Is there a Darker way to begin the day?
And God rested on the seventh day from all His works. When He woke up, He discovered that He was dead. I am really afranid that He goes nuts trying to figure out what went wrong.
“And the Oscar goes to…”
“ To the ass of your fucking mother”, shouted the drunk artist. Luckily, he was far from a microphone.
I hate when it´s hot.
An youth camp, a group of friends in a desert night around a fire telling scary stories. Suddenly a serial killer.
“You all gonna die”
“Me first, please. I hate horror movies.”
But you look like a homeless, she cried.
And he cried once more.
A car parked in a dark street. Quick hot sex. It had to be fast, he had to go home. When he kissed his wife, he cried.
Nobody cared about him until that day.
He worked at night and she had a day job. They only could talk through words in their pillows.
- Vou perguntar mais uma vez: o senhor tem certeza de que quer tampar todas as janelas do apartamento?
- E que nem o mais mínimo raio de sol consiga passar.