quarta-feira, 23 de janeiro de 2008
domingo, 20 de janeiro de 2008
Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again
CHRISTINE
You were once
my one companion . . .
you were all
that mattered . . .
You were once
a friend and father -
then my world
was shattered . . .
Wishing you were
somehow here again . . .
wishing you were
somehow near . . .
Sometimes it seemed
if I just dreamed,
somehow you would
be here . . .
Wishing I could
hear your voice again . . .
knowing that I
never would . . .
Dreaming of you
won't help me to do
all that you dreamed
I could . . .
Passing bells
and sculpted angels,
cold and monumental,
seem, for you,
the wrong companions -
you were warm and gentle . . .
Too many years
fighting back tears . . .
Why can't the past
just die . . .?
Wishing you were
somehow here again . . .
knowing we must
say goodbye . . .
Try to forgive . . .
teach me to live . . .
give me the strength
to try . . .
No more memories,
no more silent tears . . .
No more gazing across
the wasted years . . .
Help me say
goodbye.
--- Phantom Of The Opera ---
sábado, 19 de janeiro de 2008
Idon´t share
Quem é que não gosta de umas bolachinhas não é verdade?! Acontece que as minhas bolachas alemãs são das melhores e pronto!
Apanhei o vício e agora não as largo....Claro que há uma pessoa responsável por isso, mas eu não me importo (óbvio). Apenas a balança é que pode reclamar, mas eu também tenho um papel importante e vou continuar a come-las! Ah e eu não as partilho!!!
Pronto ok ok eu partilho se voçes quiserem....
sexta-feira, 18 de janeiro de 2008
Coisas
Olho a Lua como quem olha o Mar, penso na grandeza das coisas, pensando na sua amplitude e a atracção que têm sobre nós.
Imagino o vento, sinto os cheiros, os aromas que me provocam uma sensação de bem-estar, de querer as coisas, de sentir o Mundo com as palmas das mãos e puder correr, sem parar.
Gritar, aplaudir de pé um artista que nós faz conter uma lágrima e sorrir. Pensar como a vida tem coisas belas para além de todas as outras que preenchem cada dia.
Olhar as cores, as pessoas, gestos que dão mais de significado à nossa vida.
Chorar a tristeza das coisas e de coisa nenhuma. Chorar a nossa própria felicidade e infelicidade. Não chorar e apenas sentir....ou simplesmente sentir enquanto se chora.
Viver, querer, gostar simplesmente de ver tudo e descobrir cada passo da nossa viagem, do limite traçado para cada um ou então mudar o rumo, fugir da monotonia e ser Feliz.
Sentir a chama, o calor que aquece cada pedaço de corpo, alma e sombra.
Não ter medo de nada, olhar o perigo e a força das coisas...ser essa própria força. Inverter o sentido dos ponteiros do relógio e não esperar apenas que o tempo passe....Há que passar com ele.
Não saber ao certo o que escrever, mas escrever com a certeza de que tudo tem o seu intuito. Que tudo deixa a sua marca, e é esse tudo e o nada que fazemos que nos caracteriza.
--- Moony ---
quinta-feira, 17 de janeiro de 2008
Disenchanted
Well I was there on the day
They sold the cause for the queen,
And when the lights all went out
We watched our lives on the screen.
I hate the ending myself,
But it started with an alright scene.
It was the roar of the crowd
That gave me heartache to sing.
It was a lie when they smiled
And said, "you won't feel a thing"
And as we ran from the cops
We laughed so hard, it would sting
Yeah yeah, oh
If I'm so wrong (so wrong, so wrong)
How can you listen all night long? (night long, night long)
Now will it matter after I'm gone?
Because you never learn a goddamned thing.
You're just a sad song with nothing to say
About a life long wait for a hospital stay
And if you think that I'm wrong,
This never meant nothing to you
I spent my high school career
Spit on and shoved to agree
So I could watch all my heroes
Sell a car on tv
Bring out the old guillotine
We'll show 'em what we all mean.
Yeah yeah, oh
If I'm so wrong (so wrong, so wrong)
How can you listen all night long? (night long, night long)
Now will it matter long after I'm gone?
Because you never learn a goddamned thing.
You're just a sad song with nothing to say
About a life long wait for a hospital stay
And if you think that I'm wrong,
This never meant nothing to ya
So go, go away, just go, run, run away.
But where did you run to? And where did you hide?
Go find another way, price you pay
Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah
You're just a sad song with nothing to say
About a life long wait for a hospital stay
And if you think that I'm wrong,
This never meant nothing to ya, come on
You're just a sad song with nothing to say
About a life long wait for a hospital stay
And if you think that I'm wrong,
This never meant nothing to you
At all, at all, at all, at all
--- My Chemical Romance ---
domingo, 13 de janeiro de 2008
Sorry
I'm worried, broken down
Time is near, I'm to blame
Make my peace, bound to fate
No one has all the answers
What's done is done I confess
Surrender to you
All came down
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
Now time runs out
I'm gladly discouraged
Suddenly time is here
Your wondering, sorry
Hands are tied hold the line
Time won't heal now
All came down
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
Now time runs out
I'm gladly discouraged
Calling out
I'm sorry, my visions impaired
Time runs out
I'm sorry, your sorry
O Fortuna
O Fortuna O Fortune,
velut luna like the moon
statu variabilis, you are changeable,
semper crescis ever waxing
aut decrescis; and waning;
vita detestabilis hateful life
nunc obdurat first oppresses
et tunc curat and then soothes
ludo mentis aciem, as fancy takes it;
egestatem, poverty
potestatem and power
dissolvit ut glaciem. it melts them like ice.
Sors immanis Fate - monstrous
et inanis, and empty,
rota tu volubilis, you whirling wheel,
status malus, you are malevolent,
vana salus well-being is vain
semper dissolubilis, and always fades to nothing,
obumbrata shadowed
et velata and veiled
michi quoque niteris; you plague me too;
nunc per ludum now through the game
dorsum nudum I bring my bare back
fero tui sceleris. to your villainy.
Sors salutis Fate is against me
et virtutis in health
michi nunc contraria, and virtue,
est affectus driven on
et defectus and weighted down,
semper in angaria. always enslaved.
Hac in hora So at this hour
sine mora without delay
corde pulsum tangite; pluck the vibrating strings;
quod per sortem since Fate
sternit fortem, strikes down the string man,
mecum omnes plangite! everyone weep with me!
Carl Orff
sexta-feira, 11 de janeiro de 2008
quinta-feira, 10 de janeiro de 2008
Flor sem tempo
Na mesma rua
Na mesma cor
Passava alegre
Sorria amor
Amor nos olhos
Cabelo ao vento
Gestos de prata
De flor sem tempo
É dela o mundo
É a certeza de viver
Canta o sol
Que tens na alma
És a flor de ser feliz
Olha o mar
De tarde calma
Ouve o que ele diz
Foi como o vnto
Soprou um dia
Passava alegre
Alguém a via
É nossa a vida
É a certeza de te ver
Canta o sol
Que tens na alma
És a flor de ser feliz
Olha o mar
De tarde calma
Ouve o que ele diz
--- Paulo de Carvalho ---
terça-feira, 8 de janeiro de 2008
segunda-feira, 7 de janeiro de 2008
domingo, 6 de janeiro de 2008
sábado, 5 de janeiro de 2008
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