Pensamento da Semana

A vida é dura: os homens não gostarão de você se você não for bonita e as mulheres não gostarão de você se você for.

Agatha Christie

They say we're young and we don't know
We won't find out until we're grown
Well I don't know if all that's true'
Cause you got me, and baby I got you

Babe
I got you babe
I got you babe

They say our love won't pay the rent
Before it's earned,
Our money's all been spent
I guess that's so, we don't have a pot
But at least I'm sure
Of all the things we got

Babe
I got you babe
I got you babe

I got flowers in the spring
I got you to wear my ring
And when I'm sad, you're a clown
And if I get scared, you're always around

Don't let them say your hair's too long'
Cause I don't care,
With you I can't go wrong
Then put your little hand in mine
There ain't no hill or mountain
We can't climb

Babe
I got you babe
I got you babe

I got you to hold my hand
I got you to understand
I got you to walk with me
I got you to talk with me
I got you to kiss goodnight
I got you to hold me tight
I got you, I won't let go
I got you to love me so
I got you babe
I got you babe
I got you babe
I got you babe

(I Got You Babe - Sonny & Cher)

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Pensamento da Semana

O ciúme é irracional: alimenta-se do seu próprio sofrimento e é como se só conseguisse saciar-se e acalmar-se quando tudo o que de pior imaginou se torna real e nítido e visível.
O ciúme é uma dúvida doentia que cresce como um cancro e a que só a certeza de já não haver lugar a dúvidas pode trazer, pelo menos, o bálsamo de pôr fim a essa angústia, a esse enxovalho de viver permanentemente à procura dos sinais da traição.
Quanto mais chocante for a evidência, quanto mais real for o real da traição, mais o ciúme se sente recompensado, redimido, quase digno de respeito.

Miguel Sousa Tavares, in Equador

Pensamento da Semana

O casamento é a única sentença perpétua que é suspensa por mau comportamento.

Louisville Times

Pensamento da Semana

Reuniões são indispensáveis quando não se quer decidir nada.

John Kenneth Galbraith

Raindrops keep fallin' on my head
And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed
Nothin' seems to fit
Those raindrops are fallin' on my head, they keep fallin'

So I just did me some talkin' to the sun
And I said I didn't like the way he got things done
Sleepin' on the job
Those raindrops are fallin' on my head, they keep fallin'

But there's one thing I know
The blues they send to meet me won't defeat me
It won't be long till happiness steps up to greet me

Raindrops keep fallin' on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red
Cryin's not for me
'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'
Because I'm free
Nothin's worryin' me

------ trumpet ------

It won't be long till happiness steps up to greet me

Raindrops keep fallin' on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red
Cryin's not for me
'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'
Because I'm free
Nothin's worryin' me

(B. J. Thomas - Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head)