Um dia, em Paris

Hi Isabel. Hi, hi.
Hello Isabel. He - Hello Isabel.
Hi there Isabel. Hi.
Hey Isabel
High. High Isabel.
Isabel.

Hi Isabel. Hi Isabel.
Isabel

Push for hope

People ask me why I stare blankly into empty spaces for so long, why sometimes I can't breathe. They tell me I don't have an honest smile and they want to know how come I have the darkest circles under my eyes, always.
I tell them I don't sleep at night.
I'm just broken, is all. That button we have, the one that's right in the middle of our chests, right under the skin and over the sternum - the one that says "push for hope" - mine is broken. Always has been.
So I guess I long for sleepless nights.
And when I can, I sleep during the day.

morrer dormindo é como sonhar pra sempre, então não conta

me faz companhia um dia desses?
passa a noite ouvindo billie holiday e leonard cohen e pensa
que hoje você não morre mais.
amanhã quem sabe.
mas hoje você adormece contando as pintas no meu rosto.