Tourada

Não importa sol ou sombra
camarotes ou barreiras
toureamos ombro a ombro
as feras.

Ninguém nos leva ao engano
toureamos mano a mano
só nos podem causar dano
espera.

Entram guizos chocas e capotes
e mantilhas pretas
entram espadas chifres e derrotes
e alguns poetas
entram bravos cravos e dichotes
porque tudo o mais
são tretas.

Entram vacas depois dos forcados
que não pegam nada.
Soam brados e olés dos nabos
que não pagam nada
e só ficam os peões de brega
cuja profissão
não pega.

Com bandarilhas de esperança
afugentamos a fera
estamos na praça
da Primavera.

Nós vamos pegar o mundo
pelos cornos da desgraça
e fazermos da tristeza
graça.

Entram velhas doidas e turistas
entram excursões
entram benefícios e cronistas
entram aldrabões
entram marialvas e coristas
entram galifões
de crista.

Entram cavaleiros à garupa
do seu heroísmo
entra aquela música maluca
do passodoblismo
entra a aficionada e a caduca
mais o snobismo
e cismo...

Entram empresários moralistas
entram frustrações
entram antiquários e fadistas
e contradições
e entra muito dólar muita gente
que dá lucro as milhões.
E diz o inteligente
que acabaram asa canções.

---Fernando Tordo ---

Love is, Love you

Love is
Be there when you need
Love is
Love you

---rita redshoes---

Por uma noite

Tocas no rosto enquanto o ar não sai
inspiro sem medo do acto que vem
Envolvo os pés como mãos
Do toque nasce a nossa ilusão

Desenhas os risos de um novo medo
Que o peito demonstra sem qualquer sossego
Faz tempo que a culpa se foi
Ficámos de pensar só depois
Do erro.

Já pouco nos resta fechar os olhos
Escondemos actos sem qualquer receio ou angustia
Que nos prende a vontade de sentir
O corpo com prazer

Rasgas-me a roupa sem qualquer pudor
Enquanto buscas o ar pela boca
Passeias o teu cheiro no meu corpo
Por entre os braços misturo tudo
Após o prazer ficaremos mudos
Sem saber
Que é por uma noite

Grito teu nome sem saber
Como será o amanhã
Foi um sonho real
Por uma noite.

---klepht---

Grey´s Anatomy (11)

MEREDITH: [narrating] "At the end of the day, when it comes down to it, all we really want is to be close to somebody. So this thing where we all keep our distance and pretend not to care about each other, it's usually a load of bull. So we pick and choose who we want to remain close to, and once we've chosen those people, we tend to stick close by. No matter how much we hurt them. The people that are still with you at the end of the day, those are the ones worth keeping. And sure, sometimes close can be too close. But sometimes, that invasion of personal space, it can be exactly what you need.

underneath

There is no difference in what we're doing in here
That doesn't show up as bigger symptoms out there
So why spend all our time in dressing our bandages
When we've the ultimate key to the cause right here, our underneath

---Allanis Morissette---

Abnehmen muss der Mond um wieder zuzunehmen!*




*A Lua tem que mingar, para depois poder crescer outra vez!

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Grey´s Anatomy (10)

Meredith: "Maybe we're not supposed to be happy. Maybe gratitude has nothing to do with joy. Maybe being grateful means recognizing what you have for what it is. Appreciating small victories. Admiring the struggle it takes simply to be human. Maybe we're thankful for the familiar things we know. And maybe we're thankful for the things we'll never know. At the end of the day, the fact that we have the courage to still be standing is reason enough to celebrate."

But sometimes, things aren't exactly how you always imagined. They are even better.

---Amanda Bynes in What a girl Wants ---

Quando estão juntos satisfaz-se em fitá-la, em ouvi-la, em observar-lhe as pupilas e o movimento dos lábios a um metro de distância dos seus olhos.Enquanto fala com ele Mariana pertence-lhe.

---José António Saraiva, O Último Verão na Ria Formosa---

Choose love

I choose to hide, but I look for you all the time
I choose to run, but I'm begging for you to come
I wanna breake, but I know that you can't take
I stay a while, to be sure that you by my side
Ohhh
Don't look at me, just look inside 'cause I can go through
Tell me are you going tired, of what I've don't do
I wanna see I wanna fight, 'cause I don't feel scared
Honey if you care
I choose to find, things that you left behind
I choose to stay, but I can take you anywhere
I wanna stay, but my soul lives you anyway
Can close the door, and love could you give me more
Don't look at me, just look inside 'cause I can go trough
Tell me are you going tired, of what I've don't do
I wanna see I wanna fight, 'cause I don't feel scared
Honey if you care
Choose love, choose love, love, choose love, chose love, oh
Don't wanna ear I wanna fight, 'cause this time I won't be wrong
And I can waste this precious time, asking where do I belong
So let me know your love is real, 'cause this time you won't control
Tell me please what do you feel, do I have to save your soul
Choose love, choose love, love, choose love, choose love [repeat 5x]

--- rita redshoes ---

Dei-te os dias, as horas e os minutos
Destes anos
de vida que passaram;
Nos meus versos ficaram
Imagens que são máscaras anónimas
Do teu rosto proibido;(...)

---Miguel Torga, Poesia Completa---

time is hard

O tempo passou e os meus ponteiros pararam em ti...

PS (2)

Someone with RedShoes

Hold Still

PS (1)

The Story

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you
I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
But baby I broke them all for you
Because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
You do
I was made for you
You see the smile that's on my mouth
It's hiding the words that don't come out
And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed
They don't know my head is a mess
No, they don't know who I really am
And they don't know what
I've been through like you do
And I was made for you...
All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you

---- Brandi Carlile ---