quarta-feira, dezembro 14, 2011

Fico assim sem você


Avião sem asa
Fogueira sem brasa
Sou eu, assim, sem você


Futebol sem bola
Piu-piu sem Frajola
Sou eu, assim, sem você... 


Porque é que tem que ser assim? 
Se o meu desejo não tem fim


Eu te quero a todo instante
Nem mil auto-falantes
Vão poder falar por mim... 


Amor sem beijinho
Buchecha sem Claudinho
Sou eu, assim, sem você


Circo sem palhaço
Namoro sem amasso
Sou eu, assim, sem você... 


Tô louca pra te ver chegar
Tô louca pra te ter nas mãos


Deitar no teu abraço
Retomar o pedaço
Que falta no meu coração... 


Eu não existo longe de você
E a solidão, é o meu pior castigo
Eu conto as horas pra poder te ver
Mas o relógio tá de mal comigo... 


Porquê? Porquê? 


Neném sem chupeta
Romeu sem Julieta
Sou eu, assim, sem você


Carro sem estrada
Queijo sem goiabada
Sou eu, assim, sem você... 


Porque é que tem que ser assim? 
Se o meu desejo não tem fim


Eu te quero a todo instante
Nem mil auto-falantes
Vão poder falar por mim... 


Eu não existo longe de você
E a solidão, é o meu pior castigo
Eu conto as horas pra poder te ver
Mas o relógio tá de mal comigo...

Adriana Calcanhoto

quarta-feira, dezembro 07, 2011

A dedicação à pessoa que amamos, a nossa preocupação com ela, com o seu bem-estar, com a sua felicidade, o tempo que gastamos a pensar nela ao longo do dia, a necessidade de falar com ela, de fazer amor com ela, de lhe aparecer de surpresa e ver os seus olhos brilharem de alegria, de lhe ver um sorriso, de lhe consolar uma tristeza, de a fazer feliz, a entrega sem reservas a essa pessoa torna-a no centro da nossa vida. Se a perdemos, a nossa vida dissipa-se nesse desaire.


Uma Noite em Nova Iorque, Tiago Rebelo

domingo, novembro 13, 2011

‎"Durante a nossa vida:

Conhecemos pessoas que vem e que ficam,
Outras que, vem e passam.
Existem aquelas que,
Vem, ficam e depois de algum tempo se vão.
Mas existem aquelas que vem e se vão com uma enorme vontade de ficar..."

Charles Chaplin


domingo, novembro 06, 2011

A Fábula do Porco-espinho


Durante a era glacial, muitos animais morriam por causa do frio.
Os porcos-espinhos, percebendo a situação, resolveram se juntar em grupos, assim se agasalhavam e se protegiam mutuamente, mas os espinhos de cada um feriam os companheiros mais próximos, justamente os que ofereciam mais calor.
Por isso decidiram se afastar uns dos outros e começaram de novo a morrer congelados.
Então precisaram fazer uma escolha: ou desapareciam da Terra ou aceitavam os espinhos dos companheiros.
Com sabedoria, decidiram voltar a ficar juntos.
Aprenderam assim a conviver com as pequenas feridas que a relação com uma pessoa muito próxima podia causar, já que o mais importante era o calor do outro. E assim sobreviveram!

Moral da História: 
O melhor relacionamento não é aquele que une pessoas perfeitas, mas aquele onde cada um aprende a conviver com os defeitos do outro, e admirar suas qualidades.

sexta-feira, novembro 04, 2011

Poesia Matemática


Quem 60 ao teu  lado e 70 por  ti, 
vai certamente rezar  1/3 
para  arranjar  1/2
de te levar para  1/4 
e ter a coragem de te  dizer: 
20  comer!!! 

Como a medicina evoluiu...


Touro - o Resistente

Que encanta, mas agressivo. Pode parecer enfadonho, mas não é. Trabalhador duro. Amável. Forte, tem resistência. Ser sólido, estável e seguro à sua maneira. Não procura atalhos. Orgulhoso da sua beleza. Paciente e seguro. Faz grandes amigos e dá bons conselhos. Bom coração. Ama profundamente - apaixonado. Expressa-se emocionalmente. Propenso a temperamento - acessos de raiva ferozes. Determinado. Cede aos seus desejos frequentemente. Muito generoso.

domingo, outubro 23, 2011


Life is like a box of chocolates.
A cheap, thoughtless, perfunctory gift that nobody ever asks for.
Unreturnable because all you get back is another box of chocolates.
So you're stuck with this undefinable whipped-mint crap that you mindlessly wolf down when there's nothing else left to eat.
Sure, once in a while there's a peanut-butter cup or an English toffee, but they're gone too fast and the taste is fleeting.
So you end up with nothing but broken bits filled with hardened jelly and teeth-shattering nuts.
If you're desperate enough to eat those, all you've got left is a... is an empty box filled with useless brown-paper wrappers.

sábado, outubro 22, 2011


Being together means thinking about the future. 
Because if you don't... it's just a moment... 
It might be a great moment, but like any other moment, it passes...

segunda-feira, setembro 12, 2011

... so sad?


You cannot hide the way you feel inside I realize
Your actions speak much louder than words
So tell me why

By now I should know
That in time things must change
So it shouldn't be so bad
So why do I feel so sad?

by Alicia Keys

quinta-feira, setembro 08, 2011

My Never


Will you think about me,
In time?
It's never my luck,
So nevermind.
I wanna say your name,
But the pain starts
Again,
It's never my luck,
So nevermind.


I had a dream that you were with me,
And it wasn't my fault,
You roll me over,
Flipped me over,
Like a somersault.
And that doesn't happen to me
I've never been here before
I saw forever in my never,
And I stood outside her
Heaven.


Will you wait for me,
In time,
It's never my luck,
So never mind.
And yeah I've lost a lot of what I never expect to ever return
I tend to push 'em 'til the pushing's turned from hurting to burn,
I always take them to that place they always wanted to go,
Then end up dancing 'round
This clown commands,
Applause at a show...


I had a dream that you were with me,
And it wasn't my fault,
You roll me over,
Flipped me over,
Like a somersault.
And that doesn't happen to me
I've never been here before
I saw forever in my never,
And I stood outside her
Heaven.


And I could only dream of you and sleep,
But I never see sunlight again,
I can try to be with you, but some how I'll end up just losing a friend,
And I can only reach for you
Relate to you,
I'm losing my friend...
Where did she go?
Where?


I had a dream that you were with me,
And it wasn't my fault,
You roll me over,
Flipped me over,
Like a somersault.
And that doesn't happen to me
I've never been here before
I saw forever in my never,
And I stood outside her
Heaven.


Will you let me into your heaven? 


by Blue October

sexta-feira, agosto 26, 2011

Promises, Promises


I'm only twenty-three for
Another hour, give or take,
I'm a fan of yours
And I need a good mistake


I'm not a sinner, a preacher
All I have is slight of hand
I do magic tricks for
All the boys in the band


Baby could I be
The rabbit in your hat?
I'd swing if you'd hand me..
Hand me the bat


I'm on the road of least resistance
I'd rather give up than give into this
So promise me only one thing, would you?
Just don't ever make me promises..
No promises, no promises


I've never done this before
Promises, promises,
I'm enjoying the illusion
And the things my body says


Now you see me, now you don't
Oh, how well you disappear
What are you running from
And may I interfere?


Baby could I be
The rabbit in your hat?
I'd swing if you'd hand me..
Hand me the bat


I'm on the road of least resistance
I'd rather give up than give into this
So promise me only one thing, would you?
Just don't ever make me promises..
No promises, no promises 


by Incubus

terça-feira, agosto 23, 2011

Never saw the point


I never saw the point in trying
Cause I would only let you down
And I just couldn't take you down there with me
I just can't stand to see you drown


I never saw the point in crying
Cause I can't be the way you want
And I don't want lay around here waiting
Waiting for you to change your mind


I
Just keep on telling myself 
That I
I don't need anyone else
Yeah I'd 
Be just fine on my own
That I
Can make it out 
I should
I know


I never saw the point in trying
Cause I would only let you down
And I just couldn't take you down there with me
I just can't stand to see you drown


I never saw the point in crying
Cause I can't be the way you want
And I don't want lay around here waiting
Waiting for you to change your mind


I
I don't know what else I can do
Now I'm,
Done trying cause you
Yeah I
Could never stop loving you
But there's
Nothing else for me to do


I never saw the point in trying
Cause I would only let you down
And I just couldn't take you down there with me
I just can't stand to see you drown


I never saw the point in crying
Cause I can't be the way you want
And I don't want lay around here waiting
Waiting for you to change your mind


What I wouldn't give for the chance to see you smile
I did what I could to be yours just for a while
What I wouldn't give for the chance to see you smile


by Cults

quinta-feira, agosto 18, 2011

18th Floor Balcony

I close my eyes and I smile
Knowing that everything is alright
To the core
So close that door
Is this happening?

My breath is on your hair
I'm unaware
That you opened the blinds and let the city in
God, you held my hand
And we stand
Just taking in everything.

And I knew it from the start
So my arms are open wide
Your head is on my stomach
And we're trying so hard not to fall asleep
Here we are
On this 18th floor balcony.
We're both flying away.

So we talked about mom's and dad's
About family pasts
Just getting to know where we came from
Our hearts were on display
For all to see
I can't believe this is happening to me

And I raised my hand as if to show you that I was yours
That I was so yours for the taking
I'm so yours for the taking
That's when I felt the wind pick up
I grabbed the rail while choking up
These words to say and then you kissed me...

I knew it from the start
So my arms are open wide
Your head is on my stomach
And we're trying so hard not to fall asleep
Here we are
On this 18th floor balcony...
We're both flying away.

And I'll try to sleep
To keep you in my dreams
'til I can bring you home with me
I'll try to sleep
And when I do I'll keep you in my... dreams

I knew it from the start
So my arms are open wide
Your head is on my stomach
And we're trying so hard not to fall asleep
So here we are
On this 18th floor balcony, yeah

I knew it from the start
My arms are open wide
Your head is on my stomach
No, we're not going to sleep

Here we are
On this 18th floor balcony... we're both..
Flying away

by Blue October

terça-feira, agosto 09, 2011

Cinco regras para um homem ser feliz


1. É importante que tenha uma mulher que o ajude na casa, que cozinhe,
    que limpe e que tenha um trabalho fora para ajudar nas despesas;

2. É importante que tenha uma mulher com sentido do humor e que o faça rir.

3. É importante que tenha uma mulher na qual confie e que não minta.

4. É importante que tenha uma mulher  que goste de estar consigo.

5. É MUITO, MUITO, MUITO, MUITO importante que essas quatro mulheres
   não se conheçam.

Precise Mathematics


What does it mean to give MORE than 100%?
Ever wonder about those people who say they are giving more than 100%? We have all been to those meetings where someone wants you to give over 100%.

How about achieving 103%?

What makes up 100% in life?

Here's a little mathematical formula that might help you answer these questions:

If:
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

Is represented as:
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26.

Then: 

H-A-R-D-W-O-R-K 

8+1+18+4+23+15+18+11 =98% 

And

K-N-O-W-L-E-D-G-E 

11+14+15+23+12+5+4+7+5 =96% 

But ,
 

A-T-T-I-T-U-D-E 

1+20+20+9+20+21+4+5 =100%

And, 

B-U-L-L-S-H-I-T 

2+21+12+12+19+8+9+20 =103%

AND, look how far ass kissing will take you. 


A-S-S-K-I-S-S-I-N-G 

1+19+19+11+9+19+19+9+14+7 = 118%
So, one can conclude with mathematical certainty, that whileHard work and Knowledge will get you close, and Attitude will get you there, its the Bullshit and Ass Kissing that will put you over the top.
 
Now you know why some people are where they are!

quarta-feira, julho 20, 2011

Not Just a Girl

Your eyes, your eyes tell me everything.
The first, the last and in between, that's everything.
Your kiss, your kiss so wet I loose my breath, your lips erase the old regrets, of anything.


You're not just a girl, you're more like the air and sea.
I want you so desperately and nothing's gonna keep us apart.


Your voice, its whispering against my neck,
Your lips, erase the old regrets of anything.
Your mind, it makes me wanna know you more, 
So tell me what we have in store, tell me everything.


You're not just a girl, you're more like the air and sea.
I want you so desperately and nothing's gonna keep us apart.
And if you'll be mine, I'll never do you any harm
I'll give to you the moon and stars and nothing's gonna keep us apart.


You can say anything, and you can say anything, and you can say anything to me.


by She Wants Revenge

terça-feira, julho 19, 2011

Fácil de Entender

Talvez por não saber falar de cor, imaginei.
Talvez por não saber o que será melhor, aproximei.
"O meu corpo é o teu corpo, o desejo entregue a nós".
Sei lá eu que queres dizer...
Despedir-me de ti, adeus um dia voltarei a ser feliz...
Talvez por não saber falar de cor, aproximei...
Triste é o virar de costas o último adeus, sabe Deus o que quero dizer.
Obrigado por saberes cuidar de mim, tratar de mim, olhar para mim, escutar quem sou...
E se ao menos tudo fosse igual a ti.
Eu já não sei se sei o que é sentir o teu amor, já não sei se sei o que é sentir.
Se por falar falei, pensei que se falasse era mais fácil de entender...
É o amor que chega ao fim, um final assim assim é mais fácil de entender...



by The Gift

sábado, julho 02, 2011

Largar Mais

Meu amor há tempo
Se tu quiseres
Sem assombros sem medo, se te atreveres a ser
Completamente tu
Venha o que vier
Agarra bem o mundo


Acredita o tempo, é sempre agora
Não há mais rodeios, desenganos ou demoras
Vê o teu sentido és tu
Com tudo o que trouxeres
Em ti, ainda


Eu sei que às vezes muito perto desfoca
E querer o mundo inteiro no peito, sufoca
Mas eu quero-te aqui
Eu quero-te em mim


Meu amor há tempo
Se tu quiseres
Sem assombros sem medo, se te atreveres a ser
Completamente tu
Venha o que vier
Agarra bem o mundo


Acredita o tempo, é sempre agora
Não há mais rodeios, desenganos ou demoras
Vê o teu sentido és tu
Com tudo o que trouxeres
Em ti, ainda


Eu sei que às vezes muito perto, desfoca
E querer o mundo inteiro no peito, sufoca
Mas eu quero-te aqui
Eu quero-te em mim


Eu sei que ao longe há sombras, ausentes
Mas eu vejo-te em zoom e o meu plano é diferente
Eu sinto a tua falta


Não te quero largar mais

by Mafalda veiga

domingo, junho 19, 2011

na verdade, é tudo uma questão de gestão de expectativas...
quando as expectativas são demasiado elevadas, a probabilidade de se sair desiludido aumenta e muito.... passa a ser muito difícil alcançar aquilo que se quer...  
quando as expectativas são baixas, quando não se está à espera de nada, quando não se está a contar com nada... tudo o que vier acima disso é um extra... é sempre mais do que se achava que se ia ter... 
mas... manter as expectativas baixas não será deixar de ter objectivos? deixar de ter qualquer coisa para alcançar?
... será que se consegue encontrar um equilíbrio que consiga juntar as duas coisas... manter os sonhos, continuar a tentar alcançar algo mais... e continuar a conseguir "receber" tudo o que aparece como se fossem extras com os quais não estávamos a contar, como momentos de felicidade que não nos estavam destinados?

terça-feira, junho 14, 2011

domingo, junho 12, 2011

Abducted

I knew right then that I'd been abducted
I knew right then that he would be taking my heart
I knew right then no one was above him
I knew right then that he would be breaking my heart

He tore me apart because I really loved him
He took my heart away and left me to bleed out, bleed out
He broke my heart because I really loved him
He took it all away and left me to bleed out, bleed out

I knew right then that she'd been abducted
I knew right then that I would be taking her heart
I knew right then that I'd never love her
The reasons I hope the dream hasn't left her scarred 

He tore me apart because I really loved him
He took my heart away and left me to bleed out, bleed out
He broke my heart because I really loved him
He took it all away and left me to bleed out, bleed out

by Cults

sábado, junho 11, 2011

Darwin Awards - 1998 Urban Legend: The Bricklayer

Accident Report


This one needs an introduction, so you won't be lost at the beginning. This man was in an accident at work, so he filled out an insurance claim. The insurance company contacted him and asked for more information. This was his response:


"I am writing in response to your request for additional information, for block number 3 of the accident reporting form. I put 'poor planning' as the cause of my accident. You said in your letter that I should explain more fully and I trust the following detail will be sufficient. I am an amateur radio operator and on the day of the accident, I was working alone on the top section of my new 80-foot tower. When I had completed my work, I discovered that I had, over the course of several trips up the tower, brought up about 300 pounds of tools and spare hardware. Rather than carry the now unneeded tools and material down by hand, I decided to lower the items down in a small barrel by using the pulley attached to the gin pole at the top of the tower. Securing the rope at ground level, I went to the top of the tower and loaded the tools and material into the barrel. Then I went back to the ground and untied the rope, holding it tightly to ensure a slow decent of the 300 pounds of tools."

"You will note in block number 11 of the accident reporting form that I weigh only 155 pounds. Due to my surprise of being jerked off the ground so suddenly, I lost my presence of mind and forgot to let go of the rope. Needless to say, I proceeded at a rather rapid rate of speed up the side of the tower. In the vicinity of the 40-foot level, I met the barrel coming down. This explains my fractured skull and broken collarbone. Slowed only slightly, I continued my rapid ascent, not stopping until the fingers of my right hand were two knuckles deep into the pulley. Fortunately, by this time, I had regained my presence of mind and was able to hold onto the rope in spite of my pain. At approximately the same time, however, the barrel of tools hit the ground and the bottom fell out of the barrel."

"Devoid of the weight of the tools, the barrel now weighed approximately 20 pounds. I refer you again to my weight in block number 11. As you might imagine, I began a rapid descent down the side of the tower. In the vicinity of the 40-foot level, I met the barrel coming up. This accounts for the two fractured ankles, and the lacerations of my legs and lower body. The encounter with the barrel slowed me enough to lessen my injuries when I fell onto the pile of tools and, fortunately, only three vertebrae were cracked. I am sorry to report, however, that as I lay there on the tools, in pain, unable to stand and watching the empty barrel 80 feet above me, I again lost my presence of mind. I let go of the rope..."



sábado, maio 14, 2011

Lots Sometimes

i still think about you lots sometimes
it makes me sad when I think about you lots sometimes
it makes me laugh out loud when I think of you lots sometimes
a flame burns bright inside of me for you lots sometimes


something hurts inside when i think of you lots sometimes
i see a distance when i think about you lots sometimes
the birds sing for me and you in the morning light lots sometimes
i feel lost when i think about you lots sometimes


i'm out of control when i think of you lots sometimes
i tell myself i dont need you anymore lots sometimes
i wonder if you ever loved me at all lots sometimes
i don't want to live without you anymore lots sometimes


i dot to dot with the stars to spell your name at night lots sometimes
the flowers in my garden still await your return lots sometimes
the evening breeze whispers your name in my ear lots sometimes
i picture me and you when i lie awake at night lots sometimes


it makes me mad when i think about you lots sometimes
i feel lower than the pavement when i think of you lots sometimes
i wish you here with me nocturnally lots sometimes
i hope your happy wherever you are lots sometimes


i pray to god i haven't lost you for good lots sometimes
i hold on to hope i'm somewhere in your heart lots sometimes
i can't help it when i think about you lots sometimes
i miss you like i've never missed anything lots sometimes


i find it hard to let go and move on lots sometimes
i really thought we could have made it to the end lots sometimes
i guess i never stopped loving you at all lots sometimes
i still think about you lots sometimes

by Glasvegas

segunda-feira, maio 02, 2011

Hate me

I have to block out thoughts of you so I don't lose my head
They crawl in like a cockroach leaving babies in my bed
Dropping little reels of tape to remind me that I'm alone
Playing movies in my head that make a porno feel like home
There's a burning in my pride, a nervous bleeding in my brain
An ounce of peace is all I want for you. Will you never call again?
And will you never say that you love me just to put it in my face?
And will you never try to reach me?
It is I that wanted space

Hate me today
Hate me tomorrow
Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you

Hate me in ways
Yeah ways hard to swallow
Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you

I'm sober now for 3 whole months it's one accomplishment that you helped me with
The one thing that always tore us apart is the one thing I won't touch again
In a sick way I want to thank you for holding my head up late at night
While I was busy waging wars on myself, you were trying to stop the fight
You never doubted my warped opinions on things like suicidal hate
You made me compliment myself when it was way too hard to take
So I'll drive so fucking far away that I never cross your mind
And do whatever it takes in your heart to leave me behind

Hate me today
Hate me tomorrow
Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you

Hate me in ways
Yeah ways hard to swallow
Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you

And with a sad heart I say bye to you and wave
Kicking shadows on the street for every mistake that I had made
And like a baby boy I never was a man
Until I saw your blue eyes cry and I held your face in my hand
And then I fell down yelling "Make it go away!"
Just make a smile come back and shine just like it used to be
And then she whispered "How can you do this to me?"

Hate me today
Hate me tomorrow
Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you

Hate me in ways
Yeah ways hard to swallow
Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you
For you
For you
For you



by Blue October

sexta-feira, abril 29, 2011

A vida é...

complicada...
cheia de altos e baixos...
uma montanha russa emocional...


Num momento tudo é um mar de rosas, e no momento seguinte parece que o mundo acabou.
Momentos de felicidade extrema, seguidos de momentos de tristeza profunda.
Altos e baixos, altos e baixos.... 


Não se pode dar nada como estável. Tudo muda de repente... em menos 5 minutos... por causa de uma pergunta... por causa de qualquer coisa que não se deveria ter dito, não se deveria ter pensado, não se deveria ter sentido...


Os bons momentos dão-nos a motivação para, nos maus momentos, conseguirmos ter forças para voltar a ir atrás dos bons momentos... para levantar a cabeça e continuar em frente... e entrar num novo ciclo de altos e baixos...


Eu sei onde estão os meus "momentos" de felicidade e não vou deixar de os tentar agarrar... nunca...
E não interessa qual a fase do ciclo em que estou.
Se for a "má", não me vão faltar motivos para os tentar agarrar.
Se for a "boa"... eu sei que eles não vão lá ficar para sempre, por isso quantos mais bocadinhos de felicidade eu conseguir agarrar, mais força vou ter da próxima vez que tiver que dar a volta ao ciclo.


A vida é... estranha... por nos fazer passar por tudo isto...

Where love is a lie

When the sky
Falls like the sunsets goodbye
And the will to pretend in you dies
You remember the light in her eyes
And how you left it all behind.
When love is a lie.



by American Hi-Fi

sábado, abril 09, 2011

Fazer o Que Ainda Não Foi Feito

Sei que me vês
Quando os teus olhos me ignoram,
Quando por dentro eu sei que choram.
Sabes de mim,
Eu sou aquele que se esconde,
Sabe de ti sem saber onde,
Vamos fazer o que ainda não foi feito.
Trago-te em mim
Mesmo que chova no verão,
Queres dizer Sim, mas dizes: “Não”,
Vamos fazer o que ainda não foi feito


Eu sou mais do que te invento,
Tu és um mundo com mundos por dentro
E temos tanto pr’a contar.

Vem esta noite,
Fomos tão longe a vida toda,
Somos um beijo que demora,
Porque amanhã é sempre tarde demais.

Eu sei que dói,
Sei como foi
Andares tão só por essa rua
As vozes que te chamam e tu na tua,
Esse teu corpo é o teu porto é o teu jeito,
Vamos fazer o que ainda não foi feito.
Sabes quem sou,
Para onde vou
A vida é curva,
Não uma linha,
As portas que se fecham e eu na minha,
A tua sombra é o lugar onde me deito,
Vamos fazer o que ainda não foi feito.


Eu sou mais do que te invento,
Tu és um mundo com mundos por dentro
E temos tanto pr’a contar.
  
Vem esta noite,
Fomos tão longe a vida toda,
Somos um beijo que demora,
Porque amanhã é sempre tarde demais.

Tens uma estrada,
Tenho uma mão cheia de nada,
Somos um todo imperfeito,
Tu és inteira e eu desfeito,
Vamos fazer o que ainda não foi feito.


Eu sou mais do que te invento,
Tu és um mundo com mundos por dentro
E temos tanto pr’a contar.

Vem esta noite,
Fomos tão longe a vida toda,
Somos um beijo que demora,
Porque amanhã é sempre tarde demais. (x2)


by Pedro Abrunhosa

Bart's Blackboard

Rudolph's red nose is not alcohol-related


in Miracle on Evergreen Terrace, episode 187, season 9

E nº 64: Miss Cassis (LR122C)




Nº 63: Plume de Ciel (SFK133F)




domingo, março 13, 2011

Dream a Little Dream of Me

Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper "i love you"
Birds singin’ in the sycamore trees
Dream a little dream of me

Say nighty-night and kiss me
Just hold me tight and tell me you’ll miss me
While I’m alone and blue as can be
Dream a little dream of me

Stars fading but I linger on dear
Still craving your kiss
I’m longin’ to linger till dawn dear
Just saying this

Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me

Stars shining up above you
Night breezes seem to whisper "i love you"
Birds singin’ in the sycamore trees
Dream a little dream of me

Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me

Yes, dream a little dream of me

domingo, março 06, 2011

The Only Exception

Maybe I know somewhere
deep in my soul
that love never lasts.
And we've got to find other ways
to make it alone.
Keep a straight face.
And I've always lived like this
keeping a comfortable distance.
And up until now I had sworn to myself 
that I'm content with loneliness.

Because none of it was ever worth the risk.

Well you are the only exception.
You are the only exception.
You are the only exception.
You are the only exception.
You are the only exception.


by Paramore

Bart's Blackboard

I will not tease fatty


in Lisa the Skeptic, episode 185, season 9