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domingo, 26 de julho de 2009
quinta-feira, 16 de julho de 2009
domingo, 24 de maio de 2009
quarta-feira, 18 de fevereiro de 2009
segunda-feira, 16 de fevereiro de 2009
Porque há momentos assim...
e são isso mesmo...apenas momentos...efémeros... fugazes
E em segundos, desapareceu...esfumou-se...ardeu.
Por detrás do casario.
domingo, 15 de fevereiro de 2009
If you were a sailboat
"If you’re a cowboy I would trail you,
If you’re a piece of wood I’d nail you to the floor.
If you’re a sailboat I would sail you to the shore.
If you’re a river I would swim you,
If you’re a house I would live in you all my days.
If you’re a preacher I’d begin to change my ways.
Sometimes I believe in fate,
But the chances we create,
Always seem to ring more true.
You took a chance on loving me,
I took a chance on loving you.
If I was in jail I know you’d spring me
If I was a telephone you’d ring me all day long
If was in pain I know you’d sing me soothing songs.
Sometimes I believe in fate,
But the chances we create,
Always seem to ring more true.
You took a chance on loving me,
I took a chance on loving you.
If I was hungry you would feed me
If I was in darkness you would lead me to the light
If I was a book I know you’d read me every night
If you’re a cowboy I would trail you,
If you’re a piece of wood I’d nail you to the floor.
If you’re a sailboat I would sail you to the shore.
If you’re a sailboat I would sail you to the shore "
If you’re a piece of wood I’d nail you to the floor.
If you’re a sailboat I would sail you to the shore.
If you’re a river I would swim you,
If you’re a house I would live in you all my days.
If you’re a preacher I’d begin to change my ways.
Sometimes I believe in fate,
But the chances we create,
Always seem to ring more true.
You took a chance on loving me,
I took a chance on loving you.
If I was in jail I know you’d spring me
If I was a telephone you’d ring me all day long
If was in pain I know you’d sing me soothing songs.
Sometimes I believe in fate,
But the chances we create,
Always seem to ring more true.
You took a chance on loving me,
I took a chance on loving you.
If I was hungry you would feed me
If I was in darkness you would lead me to the light
If I was a book I know you’d read me every night
If you’re a cowboy I would trail you,
If you’re a piece of wood I’d nail you to the floor.
If you’re a sailboat I would sail you to the shore.
If you’re a sailboat I would sail you to the shore "
Katie Melua
sábado, 14 de fevereiro de 2009
St. Valentines
Foto minha, obra nascida da criatividade de um dos alunos da ESSA"Às vezes são os laços que nos mantêm juntos..."
Original de Tom Jones, na versão remix, pra não ser (ainda mais) "maricas" lol
sexta-feira, 5 de dezembro de 2008
Um poema, uma imagem, uma música
Foto minha, da minha janela, 03 Dez.08De que são feitos os dias?
- De pequenos desejos,
vagarosas saudades,
silenciosas lembranças.
Entre mágoas sombrias,
momentâneos lampejos:
vagas felicidades,
inactuais esperanças.
De loucuras, de crimes,
de pecados, de glórias
- do medo que encadeia
todas essas mudanças.
dentro deles choramos,
em duros desenlaces
e em sinistras alianças...
Cecília Meireles, in 'Canções'
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