- cantar enquanto conduzo
- estar à beira-mar
- sair do banho e deitar-me na cama a olhar para o céu azul
- conversar
- estar em jardins
- observar desconhecidos
- passear sem rumo
- conhecer paisagens novas
- apreender ideias dos outros
- cozinhar
Archive for May, 2007
(memo to myself)
Posted in self on May 30, 2007|
com um brilhozinho nos olhos
Posted in self on May 28, 2007|
por muito que se goste, por muito que se faça, prioridades são prioridades.diferentes formas de vida, é isso.
já percebi, mas continuo a achar que o querer tudo ultrapassa. e eu queria, quero, os outros não.
e isso sente-se, cada dia de forma diferente, e mesmo assim igual.
pôr as coisas em pratos limpos
Posted in self on May 23, 2007| 3 Comments »
depois de todos os posts (pouco claros) acerca do estado das coisas, penso que é importante esclarecer:
estou mal, em baixo e comecei a beber chá de hipericão (diz que faz bem ‘à alma)
(preciso de um abraço)
aceitam-se ideias e sugestões de como resolver um estado de espírito
it keeps playing in my head
Posted in Coisas on May 22, 2007|
‘Looking out the door I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners
Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water
And maybe Im too young to keep good love from going wrong
But tonight youre on my mind so you never knowWhen Im broken down and hungry for your love with no way to feed it
Where are you tonight, child you know how much I need it
Too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run
Sometimes a man gets carried away, when he feels like he should be having his fun
And much too blind to see the damage hes done
Sometimes a man must awake to find that really, he has no-oneSo Ill wait for you… and Ill burn
Will I ever see your sweet return
Oh will I ever learn
Oh lover, you shouldve come over
cause its not too late
Lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in
Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him
My body turns and yearns for a sleep that will never come
Its never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
Its never over, all my riches for her smiles when I slept so soft against her
Its never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
Its never over, shes the tear that hangs inside my soul forever
Well maybe Im just too young
To keep good love from going wrong
Oh… lover, you shouldve come over
cause its not too late
Well I feel too young to hold on
And Im much too old to break free and run
Too deaf, dumb, and blind to see the damage Ive done
Sweet lover, you shouldve come over
Oh, love well Im waiting for you
Lover, you shouldve come over
cause its not too late’
jeff buckley, lover, you should’ve come over
as expected
Posted in Coisas on May 21, 2007|
tal como previsto, confirmou-se a recorrência.
esteve sempre escrito.
figure out a new plan