the hours turn into days but still it feels like morning

gosto que me aconteças, é de fé.
.
encontro-te
na fúria do inesperado,
na rotina
do usual imaginário.
encontro,
mas nao ouso procurar,
.
esperas quase sempre dois minutos,
e chocas,
desta vez não fingiste alcançar,
abandonando-me
na mais longa de todas as esperas,
a de que um novo desastre aconteça.

Just remember there's a lot, I'd beware

...where the cold wind blows.

Her morning elegance

McNulty: You know why I respect you so much, Bunk?
'Bunk': Mm-mmm.
McNulty: It's not 'cause you're good police, 'cause, y'know, fuck that, right?
'Bunk': Mm. Fuck that, yeah.
McNulty: It's not 'cause when I came to homicide, you taught me all kinds of cool shit about . . . well, whatever.
'Bunk': Mm. Whatever.
McNulty: It's 'cause when it came time for you to fuck me . . . you were very gentle.
'Bunk': You damn right.
McNulty: See, 'cause you could have hauled me out of the garage and just bent me over the hood of a radio car, and . . . no, you were, you were very gentle.
'Bunk': I knew it was your first time. I wanted to make that shit special.
McNulty: It was, man. It fucking was.

help I'm alive

my heart keeps beating like a hammer.
hard to be soft, tough to be tender.

if you're still alive
my regrets are few
if my live is mine
what shouldn't I do?
I get wherever I'm going
I get whatever I need
while my blood's still flowing
and my heart still beats.

-Metric