«Where do I begin
To tell the story of how great a love can be;
The sweet love story that is older than the sea,
The simple truth about the love he brings to me?
Where do I start?

With his first hello,
He gave new meaning to this empty world of mine,
There'll never be another love, another time,
He came into my life and made the living fine,
He fills my heart,

He fills my heart with very special things,
With angels' songs, with wild imaginings,
He fills my soul with so much love,
That anywhere I go I'm never lonely;
With his along, who could be lonely?
I reach for him hand, it's always there...

How long does it last?
Can love be measured by the hours in a day?
I have no answers now but this much I can say:
I know I'll need him till the stars all burn away,
And he'll be there.»

when love becomes an addiction

A poesia do nosso amor - 14.03.2009

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«E é amar-te, assim, perdidamente…
É seres alma e sangue e vida em mim
E dizê-lo cantando a toda a gente!»
F. Espanca

«If I wrote a note to God
I would speak what's in my soul
I'd ask for all the hate to be swept away,
For love to overflow

If I wrote a note to God
I'd pour my heart out on each page
I'd ask for war to end
For peace to mend this world

I'd say, I'd say, I'd say
Give us the strength to make it through
Help us find love cause love is over due
And it looks like we haven't got a clue
Need some help from you
Grant us the faith to carry on
Give us hope when it seems all hope is gone
Cause it seems like so much is going wrong
On this road we're on

If I wrote a note to God I would say what on my mind
I'd ask for wisdom to let compassion rule this world
Until these times

If I wrote a note to God
I'd say please help us find our way
End all the bitterness, put some tenderness in our hearts

And I'd say, I'd say, I'd say
Give us the strength to make it through
Help us find love cause love is over due
And it looks like we haven't got a clue
Need some help from you
Grant us the faith to carry on
Give us hope when it seems all hope is gone
Cause it seems like so much is going wrong
On this road we're on
No, no no no
We can't do this on our own
So Give us the strength to make it through»

É o que se me apraz dizer hoje! Ouçam a música que vale a pena!

«- É evidente que isto não pode ser julgado com os olhos de hoje. Só numa sociedade com uma elevada pressão de sentimentos teria sido possível viver esta situação com aquela intensidade dramática.

- O Pedro tem razão quando diz que não há nada como viver numa sociedade permissiva...

-Por um lado é verdade mas, por outro, não sei se esta baixa pressão dos nossos ideais e dos nossos sentimentos nos vai levar muito longe. Não digo que a reciclagem da nossa sensibilidade devesse levar outra vez a suicidarem-se por causa dos amores sem saída, mas a verdade é que não estamos dispostos a morrer por nada.

(...)

- É estranho como somos tão impotentes perante os condicionalismos culturais dum determinado tempo. Um homem como Goethe tinha obrigação de ver como tudo aquilo era absurdo...»

Alçada Baptista, Os Nós e os Laços