E a o vendedor é?
Tuesday, 1. September 2009, 10:06:45
Uma Menina!
Vamos ser 3!
Thursday, 16. July 2009, 17:08:00
Estima-se que a 31 de Dezembro de 2009 passemos a ser 3 lá em casa.
Hoje decidi voltar a este blog
Wednesday, 27. May 2009, 19:20:57
Alguém me acordou. Um alguém daqueles que passa na nossa vida, como o vento nas esquinas. As marcas não se vêem, mas ficam. Alguém me acordou e vou voltar a escrever neste blog.
A Palavra. Mas há palavrinhas pequenas que fazem toda a diferença...
Wednesday, 10. December 2008, 11:40:34
JE T'AIME, MOI NON PLUS by JANE BIRKIN & SERGE GAINSBOURG
Je t'aime je t'aime
Oh oui je t'aime!
- Moi non plus
- Oh mon amour
- Comme la vague irrésolue
Je vais et je viens
Entre tes reins
Et je me retiens
- Je t'aime je t'aime
Oh oui je t'aime!
- Moi non plus
- Oh mon amour
Tu es la vague, moi l'île nue
Tu vas tu vas et tu viens
Entre mes reins
Tu vas et tu viens
Entre mes reins
Et je te rejoins
- Je t'aime je t'aime
Oh oui je t'aime!
- Moi non plus
- Oh mon amour
Comme la vague irrésolue
Je vais et je viens
Entre tes reins
Je vais et je viens
Entre tes reins
Et je me retiens
Tu vas et tu viens
Entre mes reins
Tu vas et tu viens
Entre mes reins
Et je te rejoins
- Je t'aime je t'aime
Oh oui je t'aime!
- Moi non plus
- Oh mon amour
- L'amour physique est sans issue
Je vais je vais et je viens
Entre tes reins
Je vais et je viens
Je me retiens
Non! maintenant
Viens!
Acender as lâmpadas
Tuesday, 9. December 2008, 17:33:12
o sol na lâmpada
quente
a água vitrea que me reflecte
os teus olhos
o cheiro doce da emoção
nos lençois
abertos ao ar
e ao toque vazio
é na face
que morre o desgosto
no sorriso
na saudade
na lembraça
é nos lábios que perdura o gosto
terno
apagar a luz
voltar à sonolência que perdura
e esperar
que o calor me tome
One November Spawned a monster...
Tuesday, 9. December 2008, 10:31:43
November Spawned a Monster
by Morrissey
Sleep on and dream of love
Because it's the closest you will
Get to love
Poor twisted child
So ugly, so ugly
The poor twisted child
Oh hug me, oh hug me
One November
Spawned a monster
In the shape of this child
Who later cried :
"But Jesus made me, so
Jesus save me from
pity, sympathy
And people discussing me
A frame of useless limbs
What can make good of
the bad that's been done?"
And if the lights were out
Could you even bear
To kiss her full on the mouth
(Or anywhere?) ohh..no
Poor twisted child
So ugly, so ugly
Poor twisted child
Oh hug me, oh hug me
One November
Spawned a monster
In the shape of this child
Who must remain
A hostage to kindness
And the wheels underneath her
A hostage to the kindness
And the wheels underneath her
A symbol of where mad, mad lovers
Must pause and draw the line.
So sleep and dream of love
Cause it's the closest
You will get to love ohh
Love
That November
Is a time
Which I must
Put out of my mind
Oh, one fine day
Let it be soon
She won't be rich or beautiful
But she'll be walking your streets
In the clothes that she went out
And chose for herself
by Morrissey
Sleep on and dream of love
Because it's the closest you will
Get to love
Poor twisted child
So ugly, so ugly
The poor twisted child
Oh hug me, oh hug me
One November
Spawned a monster
In the shape of this child
Who later cried :
"But Jesus made me, so
Jesus save me from
pity, sympathy
And people discussing me
A frame of useless limbs
What can make good of
the bad that's been done?"
And if the lights were out
Could you even bear
To kiss her full on the mouth
(Or anywhere?) ohh..no
Poor twisted child
So ugly, so ugly
Poor twisted child
Oh hug me, oh hug me
One November
Spawned a monster
In the shape of this child
Who must remain
A hostage to kindness
And the wheels underneath her
A hostage to the kindness
And the wheels underneath her
A symbol of where mad, mad lovers
Must pause and draw the line.
So sleep and dream of love
Cause it's the closest
You will get to love ohh
Love
That November
Is a time
Which I must
Put out of my mind
Oh, one fine day
Let it be soon
She won't be rich or beautiful
But she'll be walking your streets
In the clothes that she went out
And chose for herself
Wow, I'm sick of doubt...
Friday, 5. December 2008, 15:29:49
THE SEVERED GARDEN by Jim Morrisson
Wow, I'm sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain
South
Cruel bindings.
The servants have the power
Dog-men and their mean women
Pulling poor blankets over
Our sailors
I'm sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the tv
Tower, I want roses in
My garden bower; dig?
Royal babies, rubies
Must now replace aborted
Strangers in the mud
These mutants, blood-meal
For the plant that's plowed.
They are waiting to take us into
The severed garden
Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful
Comes death on a strange hour
Unannounced, unplanned for
Like a scaring over-friendly guest you've
Brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all
And gives us wings
Where we had shoulders
Smooth as raven's
Claws
No more money, no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best
Until it's other jaw reveals incest
And loose obedience to a vegetable law.
I will not go
Prefer a feast of friends
To the giant family.
Wow, I'm sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain
South
Cruel bindings.
The servants have the power
Dog-men and their mean women
Pulling poor blankets over
Our sailors
I'm sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the tv
Tower, I want roses in
My garden bower; dig?
Royal babies, rubies
Must now replace aborted
Strangers in the mud
These mutants, blood-meal
For the plant that's plowed.
They are waiting to take us into
The severed garden
Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful
Comes death on a strange hour
Unannounced, unplanned for
Like a scaring over-friendly guest you've
Brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all
And gives us wings
Where we had shoulders
Smooth as raven's
Claws
No more money, no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best
Until it's other jaw reveals incest
And loose obedience to a vegetable law.
I will not go
Prefer a feast of friends
To the giant family.
Se eu soubesse
Wednesday, 10. September 2008, 07:15:49
ontem
nada mudaria
apenas
tu
me deixarias
um sorriso
hoje
como ontem
se eu soubesse
ontem
como te amo
hoje
nada mudaria
apenas
tu
me deixarias
um sorriso
hoje
como ontem
se eu soubesse
ontem
como te amo
hoje
Octopus! Finalmente.
Monday, 18. August 2008, 12:00:00
Finalmente adquiri o Octopus dos Gentle Giant... aqui fica um cheiro de um dos melhores álbuns do Rock Progressivo da década de 70.
Gentle Giant - 1. Advent Of Panurge
Gentle Giant - 1. Advent Of Panurge
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