Fernando Mafra

curve – chinese burn

She burns friends like a piece of wood
And she’s jealous of me because she never could
Hold herself up without a spine
And she’ll look me up when she’s doing fine
Because the rage it burns like Chinese torture
She’s just someone’s favourite daughter
Spoilt and ugly as she willingly slaughters
Friends and enemies they’re all the same
They’ll burn her name
And crush her fame

She’ll break a promise as a matter of course
Because she thinks it’s fun to have no remorse
She gets what she wants and then walks away
And she doesn’t give a f**k what you might say
Because it cuts her up like Irish mortar
Mother’s pride is what we taught her
Soiled and petty as we happily taunt her
Friend or enemy we’re all to blame

If she sits still like she knows she could
She could win this game and be the queen for good
Save herself up for the cream of the crop
Then she’ll look us up when she’s ready to stop
Because the rage it burns like Chinese torture
She’s just someone’s favourite daughter
Spoilt and ugly as she willingly slaughters
Friends and enemies are all that came
To burn her name
Crush her flame
We’re all to blame

Essa música foi uma amiga da Carol que me recomendou. E até agora não consegui pegar, não a original, só um remix total frenético, que é legal, tocaria na UP fácil. E a letra é muito legal também, conheço uns (umas) torturadores (as) chineses(as) por aí.

Pois é, nem tudo é um mar de rosas na Google.

I am all alone this time around
Sometimes on the side I hear a sound
Places parallel I know it’s you
Feel the little pieces bleeding through
And on

[Chorus]
This goes on
And on
And on
And on
And on
And on
And on
This goes on
And on
And on
And on
And on
And on
And on
And on

Now I’ve decided not to stay
I can feel me start to fade away
Everything is back where it belongs
I will be beside you before long

[Chorus]

Ohhhh we will never die
Beside you in time
Ohhhh we will never die
Beside you in time

Bom, ontem fui sozinho numa das palestras do Mundo dos Quadrinhos. Os palestrantes eram bons, e mais importante ainda, entre eles estava o professor Waldomiro, com quem eu precisava falar.

A palestra foi, pra variar, muito boa. E minha conversa com Waldomiro foi breve, direta e frutífera. E eu até consegui uma carona com ele pra voltar pra casa. Mas não fui o único. No banco de trás estavam Lucimar e Lourenço Mutarelli.

Pra quem é fã, fica aí o sentimento de inveja. Até convidado pra um café eu fui, mas não havia como.

Hoje eu vou de novo ao evento, conversar com a Sônia Luyten, será que vou esbarrar com mais alguma figura importante e gente boa?