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my own amsterdam

0 comments | 13.8.08

Come on, oh my star is fading
I swerve out of control
If I'd, if I'd only waited
I'd not be stuck here in this hole.

Come here, oh my star is fading
and I swerve out of control
And I swear I waited and waited
I've got to get out of this hole.

But time is on your side, it's on your side now
Not pushing you down and all around
It's no cause for concern

Come on, oh my star is fading
And I see no chance of release
And I know I'm dead on the surface
But I'm screaming underneath

And time is on your side, it's on your side now
Not pushing you down and all around
No, It's no cause for concern

Stuck on the end of this ball and chain
And I'm on my way back down again
Stood on a bridge, tied to the noose
Sick to the stomach
You can say what you mean
but it won't change a sin
I'm sick of the secrets
Stood on the edge
tied to the noose
He came along and he cut me this
You came along and you cut me this
You came along and you cut me this

posted by rbe

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0 comments | 6.8.08

a vida de repórter é assim: cada dia uma história diferente.
e claro que algumas se repetem, mas não é disso que quero falar.
hj uma menina de quatro anos fez com que eu voltasse a sentir esperança, sei lá em que.
ela viu o pai estuprar, amarrar, amordaçar e atear fogo na própria mãe.
Faz quase dois anos, tempo suficiente para ela ja estar com QUATRO aninhos.
A garota, que tem o nome na versão feminina ao do pai, me contou como
foi presenciar o crime. Fiquei impressionado com a lucidez e com a atenção dela aos detalhes.
Depois que sai, pensei, sera que ela vai ser lembrar disso pra sempre?

posted by rbe

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