quarta-feira, maio 23, 2007

Menos um albúm de fotografias. Menos uma musica. Menos um olhar confidente. Menos um ombro amigo. Menos um sorriso sincero. Menos uma mão estendida. Menos uma lagrima partilhada. Menos um lugar na mesa. Menos uma visita que chega. Menos uma gargalhada conjunta. Menos uma surpresa. Menos um sonho.

Menos um lugar no coração.





Fazem-se as somas... e o resultado é um hoje triste e um vazio amanhã...




Afinal? Quem é que perde?



sábado, maio 19, 2007

Talvez Adeus seja a palavra mais adequada...*

Electricity, eye to eye.Hey don't I know you? I can't speak.Stripped my senses on the spot,I've never been defenseless,I can't even make sense of this.You speak and I don't hear a word.What would happen if we kissed?Would your tongue slip past my lips?Would you run away?Would you stay?Or would I melt into you?Mouth to mouth, lust to lust,Spontaneously combust. The room is spinning out of control.You act like you didn't notice, brushed my hand.Forbidden fruit, ring on my finger.You're such a moral mortal man.Would you throw it away? No question.Will I pretend I'm innocent?What would happen if we kissed?Would your tongue slip past my lips?Would you run away?Would you stay?Or would I melt into you?Mouth to mouth, lust to lust,Spontaneously combustWhat would happen if we kissed?Ahhhh...OhAhhhh...I struggle with myself again .Quickly the wall, I'm crumbling Don't know if I can turn away .What would happen if we kissed?Would your tongue slip past my lips?Would you run away?Would you stay?Or would I melt into you?Mouth to mouth.If we kissed,Would your tongue slip past my lips?Would you run away?Would you stay?Or would I melt into you?Mouth to mouth.If we kissed.Oehh-ohIf we kissed.Oehh-oh...










Porque há coisas que sem serem dirigidas a ti, fazem lembrar-te.
Palavras da letra que na minha cabeça adquirem um outro sentido e depressa recorro ao primeiro impacto para dizer:
O que aconteceria se "voltasses"?
I guess that i´ll never kown...it´s too late...*

quarta-feira, maio 09, 2007

Nó na garganta 2

e respiro fundo...engulo em seco...e suspiro...












partilho e partilharei sempre a tua dor.

Nó na garganta...

Momentos fugazes juntam o passado com o presente. Não adianta fugir..nos somos o nosso passado, e o presente que vivemos reflecte esse mesmo passado.
Será que, se pudesse, voltaria atrás?

sábado, maio 05, 2007

Façam Favor!


Vá, visitem o blog do meu pukanino...Sim, eu sei que voces e a politica...nááá´...mas tá bonito.LOL
O meu pukanino trabalhou muito para o blog...foi uma valente luta!!!E até ficou bem giro ;)
Visitem:
;)*
LOVE U MT GODO!!!!!
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quinta-feira, maio 03, 2007

CannonBall*

there's still a little bit of your taste in my mouth,there's still a little bit of you laced with my doubt, it's still a little hard to say what's going on. There's still a little bit of your ghost your witness, there's still a little bit of your face i haven't kissed, you step a little closer each day that i can't say what's going on. Stones taught me to fly, love taught me to lie, life, it taught me to die so it's not hard to fall, when you float like a cannonball. there's still a little bit of your song in my ear, there's still a little bit of your words i long to hear, you step a little closer to me so close that i can't see what's going on. Stones taught me to fly, love, it taught me to lie, life taught me to die so it's not hard to fall when you float like a cannon.. Stones taught me to fly, love taught me to cry ,so come on courage teach me to be shy 'cause it's not hard to fall and i don't wanna scare her, it's not hard to fall and i don't wanna lose, it's not hard to grow when you know that you just don't know.
Damien Rice*