13. Quem foi?
Muse: Ynez Castillo (OC)
Track: Quem foi? (Who was it?)
Artist: Marisa Monte
Album: Infinito Particular
Locked journal entry
I don’t know what’s the matter with me. I’ve been so sad recently. Plagued by headaches. Hiding out when I feel bad and hoping he doesn’t notice. I do my best to pretend everything is okay, but it isn’t. I don’t know if he can tell, but I don’t think so. I wish there were some way to tell him, but I don’t think there is. He tries so hard and I know he wants me to be happy.
I don’t know how long I can stay here.
Bought some black figs for later. They smell so good. I want to try grilling them. They’ll be good with that nice sharp goat cheese, and maybe some bitter greens. Maybe.
I wish I knew what was wrong. I feel so old and ugly. The scars on my leg are hideous. I wish I could dance. I wish I could walk. I found a gray hair this morning and immediately plucked it.
Last year has begun seeping back, just a little. Some of the things I remember seem like dreams, or like I’m recalling something from a dream, or something somebody else remembers. Like ghosts. They’re bad enough that I don’t want to know anything else. It was after I remembered what happened with him in the church. After that came Thanksgiving, or some of it, anyway.
Was I really that happy? How could I have thought that was love?
I wish there were somewhere to go where I felt okay. I really do.
My appetite is gone. My chest hurts.
ooc: NB: Absolutely not for muse knowledge.
Quem foi? (Who was it?) Yousendit link
Marisa Monte/Marcelo Yuka
Quem foi que me deixou
No limite do amor
Entre o lar e a morada
Eu estou entre o adeus
E a contrapartida
No meio do fio
Na corda bamba, é o amor
Entre risos nervosos
Tenho os olhos meus
Sobre os sonhos teus
Deixa o coração
Ter a mania de insistir em ser feliz
Se o amor é o corte e a cicatriz
Pra quê tanto medo
Se esse é o nosso jeito de culpar o desejo
Who brought me
To the edge of love
Between home and a place to live
I am between good bye
And its counterpart
On the edge of the curb
On the tightrope
It’s love between nervous laughs
I have my eyes
On your dreams
Let the heart
Be obsessed with being happy
If love is the cut and the scar
Why so much fear
If this is our way to blame desire
other ooc: This is absolutely musically the least compelling track on the whole cd, but the lyrics make my chest hurt.