segunda-feira, agosto 31, 2009

cOisas, são sempre as coisas...

Há coisas que procuro e não encontro. Outras tenho receio de já as ter perdido [em mim].
Assusto-me facilmente, comigo mesma.

terça-feira, agosto 25, 2009

jack johnson - better together (live)

There's no combination of words
I could put on the back of a postcard
No song that I could sing
But I can try for your heart
Our dreams, and they are made out of real things
Like a, shoebox of photographs
With sepiatone loving
Love is the answer,
At least for most of the questions in my heart
Like why are we here? And where do we go?
And how come it's so hard?
It's not always easy and
Sometimes life can be deceiving
I'll tell you one thing it's always better when we're together

MMM it's always better when we're together
Yeah, we'll look at the stars when we're together
Well, it's always better when we're together
Yeah, it's always better when we're together

And all of these moments
Just might find their way into my dreams tonight
But I know that they'll be gone
When the morning light sings
And brings new things
For tomorrow night you see
That they'll be gone too
Too many things I have to do
But if all of these dreams might find their way
Into my day to day scene
I'd be under the impression
I was somewhere in between
With only two
Just me and you
Not so many things we got to do
Or places we got to be
We'll Sit beneath the mango tree now

It's always better when we're together
Mmmm, we're somewhere in between together
Well, it's always better when we're together
Yeah, it's always better when we're together

MMmmmm MMMmmmm Mmmmmm
I believe in memories
They look so, so pretty when I sleep
Hey now, and when I wake up,
You look so pretty sleeping next to me
But there is not enough time,
And there is no, no song I could sing
And there is no, combination of words I could say
But I will still tell you one thing
We're better together.

quinta-feira, agosto 06, 2009

Aimee Mann – Ballantines

It must be hard ringing the bells
Of doors that don't swing wide anymore
It must be hard hearing the sound
Of voices just inside of the door

A man who couldn't hold your coat
Who's hung on ever antidote
So it must be hard watching the fellows gloat

It must be hard seeing the same old crowd
Just pass you by in the street
It must be tough knowing your stuff
Could only horrify the elite

You cut off everyone you know
Boy you told `em all where to go
Now it must be hard getting the same revoke

Well, patrons at the bar in Lexington Kentucky
Who sprung for every drink you downed
With things the way they are it's not that kind of party
If what you've got might just be good (?)

The fat cows won't be getting thin
Seeing the kind of jam you're in
Though the angels dance on the head of another pin


quarta-feira, agosto 05, 2009


Chegou hoje a princesa mais esperada pela meu coração, ao longo deste ano, a minha sobrinha Íris.
As lágrimas não param de escorrer pela minha face. Amo-a tanto. E ainda me faltam alguns dias até que, finalmente, a possa ver. Queria poder partilhar tanto com ela... Esta é a parte difícil de quando se elege um país diferente para viver.
Mas aqui e lá estarei e ela no meu coração, para sempre.

Bem-vinda, Íris!
Só me apetece chorar e abraçar-te, e sorrir-te...

HAPPINESS – Goldfrapp

Make it better
We're here to welcome you!