quinta-feira, 21 de agosto de 2008
sábado, 2 de agosto de 2008
You are my sister
You are my sister, we were born so innocent, so full of need
There were times we were friends but times I was so cruel
Each night I'd ask for you to watch me as I sleep
I was so affraid of the night...
You lived inside my world so softly
Protected only by the kindness of your nature.
You are my sister and I love you
May all of your dreams come true.
We felt so differently then so similar over the years
The way we laugh, the way we expirience pain
So many memories but there's nothing left to gain
From remembering
Faces and worlds that no one else will ever know...
You are my sister and I love you
May all of your dreams come true
I wat this for you
They're gonna come true.
Para a manasandra, nas palavras de
Antony
There were times we were friends but times I was so cruel
Each night I'd ask for you to watch me as I sleep
I was so affraid of the night...
You lived inside my world so softly
Protected only by the kindness of your nature.
You are my sister and I love you
May all of your dreams come true.
We felt so differently then so similar over the years
The way we laugh, the way we expirience pain
So many memories but there's nothing left to gain
From remembering
Faces and worlds that no one else will ever know...
You are my sister and I love you
May all of your dreams come true
I wat this for you
They're gonna come true.
Para a manasandra, nas palavras de
Antony
terça-feira, 29 de julho de 2008
Em quem pensar, agora, senão em ti? Tu, que me esvaziaste de coisas incertas, e trouxeste a
manhã da minha noite. É verdade que te podia
dizer: "Como é mais fácil deixar que as coisas
não mudem, sermos o que sempre fomos, mudarmos
apenas dentro de nós próprios?" Mas ensinaste-me
a sermos dois; e a ser contigo aquilo que sou,
até sermos um apenas no amor que nos une,
contra a solidão que nos divide. Mas é isto o amor:
ver-te mesmo quando te não vejo, ouvir a tua
voz que abre as fontes de todos os rios, mesmo
esse que mal corria quando por ele passámos,
subindo a margem em que descobri o sentido
de irmos contra o tempo, para ganhar o tempo
que o tempo nos rouba. Como gosto, meu amor,
de chegar antes de ti para te ver chegar: com
a surpresa dos teus cabelos, e o teu rosto de água
fresca que eu bebo, com esta sede que não passa. Tu:
a primavera luminosa da minha expectativa,
a mais certa certeza de que gosto de ti, como
gostas de mim, até ao fundo do mundo que me deste.
Pedro, lembrando Inês - Nuno Júdice
Para ti, meu nino
sexta-feira, 27 de junho de 2008
The Story
All of these lines across my face tell you the story of who I am, So many stories of where I've been and how I got to where I am, But these stories don't mean anything when you've got no one to tell them to It's true... I was made for you
I climbed across the mountain tops, swam all across the ocean blue, I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules, but baby I broke them all for you, Because even when I was flat broke you made me feel like a million bucks, You do, I was made for you
You see the smile that's on my mouth it's hiding the words that don't come out, And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed they don't know what I've been through like you do,
And I was made for you...
Brandi Carlile
terça-feira, 3 de junho de 2008
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