ócio + vontade de postar = survey inútil, mas legal :)

If I were a month, I’d be December
If I were a day of the week, I’d be Friday
If I were a time of day, I’d be 9 PM
If I were a planet, I’d be Uranus
If I were a sea animal, I’d be a dolphin
If I were a direction, I’d be South
If I were a piece of furniture, I’d be a bookcase/closet
If I were a liquid, I’d be tequila
If I were a gemstone, I’d be a ruby
If I were a tree, I’d be a cherry tree
If I were a tool, I’d be a hammer
If I were a flower, I’d be a orchid
If I were a kind of weather, I’d be a cloudy
If I were a musical instrument, I’d be drums
If I were a color, I’d be purple
If I were an emotion, I’d be kindness
If I were a fruit, I’d be a strawberry
If I were a sound, I’d be music
If I were an element, I’d be fire
If I were a food, I’d be a brownie
If I were a place, I’d be London
If I were a material, I’d be Silk
If I were a taste, I’d taste like bittersweet chocolate
If I were a scent, I’d be 212 by Carolina Herrera
If I were an animal, I’d be a pink flamingo/sloth
If I were an object, I’d be a book
If I were a body part, I’d be cheeks
If I were a facial expression, I’d be a laugh
If I were a song, I’d be The Bends - Radiohead
If I were a pair of shoes, I’d be polka dot flats

Quando uma música diz mais do que consigo

A cada dia fico mais convencida do poder que a música tem em minha vida. Na vida em geral. Pra cada momento que vivo, existe uma canção - ou duas, três, quatro... - absurdamente perfeita, com uma letra que sutilmente se encaixa na minha história, minha situação. Isso às vezes me espanta, mas também emociona. Até o fato de existirem músicas pra cada momento é retratado em uma! Milton Nascimento disse "certas canções que ouço cabem tão dentro de mim que perguntar carece: "Como não fui eu que fiz?" e isso basta. Eu podia simplesmente ter colado esses versos aqui e voilà, foi-se embora a necessidade de formular frases descontínuas e sem o devido significado. E é por isso que hoje exponho o que sinto com uma dessas músicas biográficas:

Falling over backwards for you
Falling over everybody else
I put myself in that position
Everytime I have the chance

I know it's not my business, to be
Digging up these things I shouldn't know
Twenty years of bad decisions
Haven't taught me much at all

Separate events you're making
Everyone pretend it's not your fault
And all of this offense you're taking
Doesn't really bother me at all

Twist my arm 'cause that's the way you think you're gonna work this whole thing out
You know you own my body but don't think that you control my mouth
Having every question answered
Is it gonna help at all?
Having every question answered
Doesn't help

When you're not supposed to know
You're not supposed to know
You're not supposed to know
Anything

Another textbook situation
Everything I think I know I've read
What's the point of medication?
All it makes me wish that I were dead

It's pretty clear that you are me
It's written here on every single page
I'm spitting blood, not stupid
I can read it all over your face