Recebi o convite na minha casa. Alguém enfiou por baixo da porta, em dia de chuva. Mesmo molhado e borrado, aquilo me impactou de tal maneira que eu fiquei horas acordada antes de dormir, pensando em tudo o que tinha acontecido até ali, tudo o que havia levado àquele momento… Eu nunca poderia imaginar que acabaria desse jeito. Se eu soubesse, jamais teria deixado as coisas se desenrolarem do que jeito que se desenrolaram.
Renata
It is cool outside, the top is down. I can feel the wind in my hair as we fly down the street breaking all speed limits. I wonder if life would ever be this happy again. The smell of the summer air …. incredible.
Becky
the convertible sat in its shed, glowing green with its hood pulled down. Dad was out, the dog was looking for a place to take a piss, while the boy and the girl passionately ran their fingers over and around its hood.
satya
The convertible was jet black, with a purple flash across the sides. Perfect and clean, with tan leather seats, she was the wet dream of the used car dealership. I had to have her.
I was fifteen when I first saw that Mustang.
Ash
my life is breeze
tease
please.
my color is fire.
liar.
driver.
i hone the wing.
sing.
ping.
i ride the sky.
bye.
bye.
Peggy-Sue
i rode through the desert so pure and so true, my hair in the wind my soul in the sky, a red dash in the sand, a quick flash past the land. my convertible and me. we are one and another. i am free with the wind. i love to ride through time.
Peggy-Sue
I wish I could be in a convertible, to ride with my hair blowing in torrents of wind and to feel free from all desires and all ties. To be me, without the eyes of others or the price of the gas I am using up.
Mary Ellen Knight
my life is convertible. take the top off and i’m stumbling down the street unnoticed. flip it back up and the world is mine. keep covered and keep safe. keep close to truth and satisfation will finally be gotten.
adam b
is a sporty car, often seen in movies. I owned covertable BMW once but hated putting roof on and off. Kids love them, though, especially for spring break frenzy.
john
its about changin things, defines something tah we can see not only from different points of view but can make themselves actually change
elise
I’ve lost a leg in a convertible. That the only memory I have of convertibles. They seem to be obsolete, really. Unless you’re into amputation, then I guess they’d be your thing. The attraction to a convertible just doesn’t make sense to me though.
Brett
red top down convertible flying across the highway sky keep writing tires and wheels rubber smell auto shop gleaming shining acrid
LK
sunny day driving
in the convertible riding
happy sun on face
wind blowing
mike
A convertible would race down the lane at least five times a day, and that REALLY irritated me. Sure, it was bright red and I liked to make fun of it, and sure, it was pleasantly cool when the breeze coming from it breezed agaisnt me, but SURE, it had always been extremely annoying.
Satoshi
Her hair flew out behind her as they drove down the road, in the pretty, dark blue convertible. Next to her sat her handsome boyfriend, his eyes on the road as they listened to some loud screamo. But it didn’t bother her. She was happy, next to her love.
Laura
She always looks so squirtable
In her Mercedes convertible
markishmark
She rode in that car with her hair hitting the face behind her. Her smile grew wider as she passed each curve. The ones in the car couldn’t believe she had won this and they, unfortunately would never hear the end of the convertible.
Camille
I got in the convertible, headed down to the beach. I needed time to think, just to drive and have no worries. Little did I know that my convertible would change my life.
I pulled into a spot overlooking the ocean, relaxing watching waves when a volleyball came flying by, landing in my seat. Then came an unexpected stranger…
Cynda
convertible comes in variety of shapes and sizes.Convertibles are pretty costly these days. They vary from brand name to brand name.Some people love convertibles and some hate them.I am the one who loves them,for the simple reason that
sandeep
a red car, speeding down the beach. sun shining, palm trees. man wearing glasses and a hat. people looking and pointing.
shona bushe
Driving down the freeway with the wind in my face, I thought about the girl I had killed last night. her body was in the trunk of my 64 chevy convertible and by now it had to be getting pretty rank in there. The heat had reached 100 degrees and sweat was barreling down my own face. I could only imagine the types of things oozing out of hers.
Dick Wolf
i think about a car that has a top that folds back so that there is no top. i also think about driveing down the road with the wind in your hair.
wesley lewis
i think about a car that has a top that folds back so that there is no top. i also think about driveing down the road with the wind in your hair.
wesley lewis
how wonderful to think that one can change something to something else. convert, if you will. even people and their beliefs we may convert. is it a useful thing or something which we may view as not quite all right. not exactly what it’s supposed to be. i’m not sure and of course, it depends upon what it is.
patricia lherrou
I was riding in my convertible over the weekend and was enjoying it immensely. But I couldn’t help but question why I spent so much money on this thing that I can really only appreciate about 10 days a years. The other 355 days, it’s just a pain in the ass. Sure, for those 10 days I feel like a rock star. But the other days, it’s just a high maintainence peice of crap. It’s cold in the winter. It leaks when it rains. I can’t put the top down when it’s too hot and the air conditining doesn’t work. Bad, bad investment. It shouldn’t be my primary car. My ego run amuck when I bought it. I purchased it with my little head, if ya’ know what I mean. For 10 days, I’m a stud. The rest of the days I’m a foo. It seems like I’ve been typing for way more than a minute. I think the buzzer on this site is broken or maybe my volume is turned off…so I’ll stop now!
Pete
i can see myself in a bright red car, convertible with the top down. my blonde hair blowing in the breeze and my dark haired italian boyfriend driving in the seat beside me. i’ve got big sunglasses on and my bright red lips break away showing my smile with my glowing white teeth.
Anna
A few days ago I was on a train and found some much joy to be in a sleeping cabin, the bed in the cabin was convertible so that in could be used in the day as a seat and as a bed at night.
Tom Harper
a car with the top down, a nice sports car, mustangs. summer days, wind blowing, having a good time, listening to music loud, friends and family
brittany b
so if I wanted to write about the word convertible, I might talk about the time I hit my grandmother with my bright red convertible. And by convertible, I mean a cinder block. Really, it was a kitchen knife. And it wasn’t really my grandmother, it was that kid that delivers my newspaper. He broke my windows. I will break him.
John
a nice sports car, putting the top down
brittany b
Man convertible into a mother. That’d be great.
ML
We stood at the edge, sun dripping last rays over everything.
Rolled back our skins and changed for the worst.
Some days are easier.
e
bright and sunny day
red convertible
on the streets of New York
bright silver rims
with the top down,
windows down
hair blowing
music up loud
jamming down the road
having the time of your life
no thoughts no worries
just being happy
Ashley Jones
bright and sunny day
red convertible
on the streets of new york
bright silver rims
with the top down
windows down
hair blowing
music up loud
jamming down the road
having the time of your life
no thoughts no worries
Ashley Jones
bright and sunny day
red convertible
on the streets of new york
bright silver rims
with the top down
windows down
hair blowing
music up loud
jamming down the road
having the time of your life
no thoughts no worries
Ashley Jones
I hate convertible’s and all who drive them. I’m glad we’re not allowed guns over here. Daniel Johnston is making my day better. Perhaps we should all stop looking up and starting looking at our laces. You don’t want to trip up now, do you?
Rosbif
I cannot believe that just 40 years ago JFK felt comfortable riding around in a convertible down the middle of a street, in a crowded town. How the Secret Service has changed. Today, Presidents are barely visible and travel in bullet-proof brigades.
adh
a car that rides along route one on a bright sunny day with waves crashing around the cliffs below. Leather seats, a pink cadillac and music blaring out 80’s pop. Sunglasses and smiles. Happy times.
Jo
a car free wing in the air.. going free as a bird. no limits just air wind sea breeze everywhere.. nothing can stop you to touch the world.. nothing nowhere…… its the end of time like the wind is coming closer and closer you feel it on your cheeks and hair.. it everywhere.. beauitful just beauitful
jess
Convertible… so many things around us can be converted into something else. And not just material thigs! Hatred can turn into vengeance… so be careful.
Recebi o convite na minha casa. Alguém enfiou por baixo da porta, em dia de chuva. Mesmo molhado e borrado, aquilo me impactou de tal maneira que eu fiquei horas acordada antes de dormir, pensando em tudo o que tinha acontecido até ali, tudo o que havia levado àquele momento… Eu nunca poderia imaginar que acabaria desse jeito. Se eu soubesse, jamais teria deixado as coisas se desenrolarem do que jeito que se desenrolaram.
It is cool outside, the top is down. I can feel the wind in my hair as we fly down the street breaking all speed limits. I wonder if life would ever be this happy again. The smell of the summer air …. incredible.
the convertible sat in its shed, glowing green with its hood pulled down. Dad was out, the dog was looking for a place to take a piss, while the boy and the girl passionately ran their fingers over and around its hood.
The convertible was jet black, with a purple flash across the sides. Perfect and clean, with tan leather seats, she was the wet dream of the used car dealership. I had to have her.
I was fifteen when I first saw that Mustang.
my life is breeze
tease
please.
my color is fire.
liar.
driver.
i hone the wing.
sing.
ping.
i ride the sky.
bye.
bye.
i rode through the desert so pure and so true, my hair in the wind my soul in the sky, a red dash in the sand, a quick flash past the land. my convertible and me. we are one and another. i am free with the wind. i love to ride through time.
I wish I could be in a convertible, to ride with my hair blowing in torrents of wind and to feel free from all desires and all ties. To be me, without the eyes of others or the price of the gas I am using up.
my life is convertible. take the top off and i’m stumbling down the street unnoticed. flip it back up and the world is mine. keep covered and keep safe. keep close to truth and satisfation will finally be gotten.
is a sporty car, often seen in movies. I owned covertable BMW once but hated putting roof on and off. Kids love them, though, especially for spring break frenzy.
its about changin things, defines something tah we can see not only from different points of view but can make themselves actually change
I’ve lost a leg in a convertible. That the only memory I have of convertibles. They seem to be obsolete, really. Unless you’re into amputation, then I guess they’d be your thing. The attraction to a convertible just doesn’t make sense to me though.
red top down convertible flying across the highway sky keep writing tires and wheels rubber smell auto shop gleaming shining acrid
sunny day driving
in the convertible riding
happy sun on face
wind blowing
A convertible would race down the lane at least five times a day, and that REALLY irritated me. Sure, it was bright red and I liked to make fun of it, and sure, it was pleasantly cool when the breeze coming from it breezed agaisnt me, but SURE, it had always been extremely annoying.
Her hair flew out behind her as they drove down the road, in the pretty, dark blue convertible. Next to her sat her handsome boyfriend, his eyes on the road as they listened to some loud screamo. But it didn’t bother her. She was happy, next to her love.
She always looks so squirtable
In her Mercedes convertible
She rode in that car with her hair hitting the face behind her. Her smile grew wider as she passed each curve. The ones in the car couldn’t believe she had won this and they, unfortunately would never hear the end of the convertible.
I got in the convertible, headed down to the beach. I needed time to think, just to drive and have no worries. Little did I know that my convertible would change my life.
I pulled into a spot overlooking the ocean, relaxing watching waves when a volleyball came flying by, landing in my seat. Then came an unexpected stranger…
convertible comes in variety of shapes and sizes.Convertibles are pretty costly these days. They vary from brand name to brand name.Some people love convertibles and some hate them.I am the one who loves them,for the simple reason that
a red car, speeding down the beach. sun shining, palm trees. man wearing glasses and a hat. people looking and pointing.
Driving down the freeway with the wind in my face, I thought about the girl I had killed last night. her body was in the trunk of my 64 chevy convertible and by now it had to be getting pretty rank in there. The heat had reached 100 degrees and sweat was barreling down my own face. I could only imagine the types of things oozing out of hers.
i think about a car that has a top that folds back so that there is no top. i also think about driveing down the road with the wind in your hair.
i think about a car that has a top that folds back so that there is no top. i also think about driveing down the road with the wind in your hair.
how wonderful to think that one can change something to something else. convert, if you will. even people and their beliefs we may convert. is it a useful thing or something which we may view as not quite all right. not exactly what it’s supposed to be. i’m not sure and of course, it depends upon what it is.
I was riding in my convertible over the weekend and was enjoying it immensely. But I couldn’t help but question why I spent so much money on this thing that I can really only appreciate about 10 days a years. The other 355 days, it’s just a pain in the ass. Sure, for those 10 days I feel like a rock star. But the other days, it’s just a high maintainence peice of crap. It’s cold in the winter. It leaks when it rains. I can’t put the top down when it’s too hot and the air conditining doesn’t work. Bad, bad investment. It shouldn’t be my primary car. My ego run amuck when I bought it. I purchased it with my little head, if ya’ know what I mean. For 10 days, I’m a stud. The rest of the days I’m a foo. It seems like I’ve been typing for way more than a minute. I think the buzzer on this site is broken or maybe my volume is turned off…so I’ll stop now!
i can see myself in a bright red car, convertible with the top down. my blonde hair blowing in the breeze and my dark haired italian boyfriend driving in the seat beside me. i’ve got big sunglasses on and my bright red lips break away showing my smile with my glowing white teeth.
A few days ago I was on a train and found some much joy to be in a sleeping cabin, the bed in the cabin was convertible so that in could be used in the day as a seat and as a bed at night.
a car with the top down, a nice sports car, mustangs. summer days, wind blowing, having a good time, listening to music loud, friends and family
so if I wanted to write about the word convertible, I might talk about the time I hit my grandmother with my bright red convertible. And by convertible, I mean a cinder block. Really, it was a kitchen knife. And it wasn’t really my grandmother, it was that kid that delivers my newspaper. He broke my windows. I will break him.
a nice sports car, putting the top down
Man convertible into a mother. That’d be great.
We stood at the edge, sun dripping last rays over everything.
Rolled back our skins and changed for the worst.
Some days are easier.
bright and sunny day
red convertible
on the streets of New York
bright silver rims
with the top down,
windows down
hair blowing
music up loud
jamming down the road
having the time of your life
no thoughts no worries
just being happy
bright and sunny day
red convertible
on the streets of new york
bright silver rims
with the top down
windows down
hair blowing
music up loud
jamming down the road
having the time of your life
no thoughts no worries
bright and sunny day
red convertible
on the streets of new york
bright silver rims
with the top down
windows down
hair blowing
music up loud
jamming down the road
having the time of your life
no thoughts no worries
I hate convertible’s and all who drive them. I’m glad we’re not allowed guns over here. Daniel Johnston is making my day better. Perhaps we should all stop looking up and starting looking at our laces. You don’t want to trip up now, do you?
I cannot believe that just 40 years ago JFK felt comfortable riding around in a convertible down the middle of a street, in a crowded town. How the Secret Service has changed. Today, Presidents are barely visible and travel in bullet-proof brigades.
a car that rides along route one on a bright sunny day with waves crashing around the cliffs below. Leather seats, a pink cadillac and music blaring out 80’s pop. Sunglasses and smiles. Happy times.
a car free wing in the air.. going free as a bird. no limits just air wind sea breeze everywhere.. nothing can stop you to touch the world.. nothing nowhere…… its the end of time like the wind is coming closer and closer you feel it on your cheeks and hair.. it everywhere.. beauitful just beauitful
Convertible… so many things around us can be converted into something else. And not just material thigs! Hatred can turn into vengeance… so be careful.