Quoting...

let's do it! =D

"The plan it wasn't much of a plan..."

The plan it wasn't much of a plan
I just started walking
I had enough of this old town
and nothing else to do
It was one of those nights
you wonder how nobody died
we started talking
You didn't come here to have fun
you said: "well I just came for you"

Do you still love me?
do you feel the same
Do I have a chance
of doing that old dance
with someone I've been
pushing away

And touch we touched the soul
the very soul, the soul of what we were then
With the old schemes of shattered dreams
lying on the floor
You looked at me
no more than sympathy
my lies you have heard them
My stories you have laughed with
my clothes you have torn

And do you still love me?
do you feel the same
And do I have a chance
of doing that old dance again
Is it too late for some of that romance again
Let's go away, we'll never have the chance again

You lost that feeling
You want it again
More than I'm feeling
you'll never get
You had a go at
all that you know
You lost that feeling
so come down and show

Don't say goodbye
let accusations fly
like in that movie
You know the one where Martin Sheen
waves his arm to the girl on the street
I once told a friend
that nothing really ends
no-one can prove it
So I'm asking you now
could it possibly be
that you still love me?
And do you feel the same
Do I have a chance
of doing that old dance again
Or is it too late for some of that romance again
Let's go away, we'll never have the chance again

I take it all from you

dEUS - Nothing Really Ends

;) nem mais

Diana Krall - I Miss You So

Those happy hours I spent with you
That lovely afterglow
Most of all, I miss you so

Your sweet caresses, each rendezvous
You voice so soft and low
Most of all, I miss you so

You once filled my heart with
No regrets, no fears
Now you'll find my heart
Filled to the top with tears

I'll always love you and want you too
How much you'll never know
Most of all, I miss you so

Diana Krall - I Miss You So

'Hearing Damage'

...e quando se abre o feed de um site, e nos aparece isto, e temos a reacção que não tivemos durante o dia todo?

...pois...ensopa uns quantos lenços...e almofadas..

...acho que vou ver se consigo ficar uns tempos em instrospecção. Ou seja, se já não escrevia muito, ou publicava muito por aqui, é capaz de demorar algum tempo a voltar a publicar algo 'decente'...ou talvez até seja o contrário..para ajudar a descomprimir ^^

A tear in my brain
Allows the voices in
They wanna push you off the path
With their frequency wires

And you can do no wrong
In my eyes
In my eyes
You can do no wrong
In my eyes
In my eyes

A drunken salesman
Your hearing damage
Your mind is restless
They say you're getting better
But you don't feel any better

Your speakers are blowing
Your ears are wrecking
Your hearing damage
You wish you felt better
You wish you felt better

Thom Yorke - Hearing Damage

fui*

There's a possibility...

There's a possibility
There's a possibility
All that I had was all I'm gonna get

There's a possibility
There's a possibility
All I gonna get is gone with your step
All I gonna get is gone with your stare

So tell me when you hear my heart stop
You're the only one that knows
Tell me when you hear my silence
There's a possibility I would't know

Know that when you leave
Know that when you leave

By blood and by me, you walk like a thief,
By blood and by me, and I fall when you leave

So tell me when you hear my heart stop
You're the only one that knows
Tell me when you hear my silence
There's a possibility I wouldn't know

So tell me when my sigh is over
You're the reason why I'm closed
Tell me when you hear me falling
There's a possibility it wouldn't show

By blood and by me, and I'll fall when you leave.
By blood and by me, I follow your lead.

Lykke Li - Possibility

"Pequeno Lirismo Azul"

Lábios dizem a palavra "lábios".
E as palavras correm sobre os lábios.
Lábios dizem a palavra "boca".
E a boca é um esquife de água.
A boca é uma clausura de saliva.
Um palacete de tomilho.
As palavras lavam a língua,
dando nome a sonos ou a estrondos.

A bicicleta entrou pelo celeiro
manchada por um toque de vermelho.
A casa é invadida
por carradas de papoilas.
Quem transporta os espelhos
de um quarto vazio
para outro quarto vazio?
Quem desenterra a salamandra?
Duas raparigas sob a neve.
Caramanchão de leve trovoada
à sombra da glicínia em flor.

O vazio debaixo das palavras.
Belo abismo com que me deleito.
Haverá outros lábios sob os meus?
Resvala pelo meu braço adentro.
Um braço de ferro que me petrifica
o gesto e o coração.
E é o afluxo poeirento
desse infame silêncio.

Jacques Izoard
in Jardins mínimos e outros poemas, Quetzal - 1994

(daqui)

Pensamento do Dia

"À “mulher pecadora” que estava a chorar junto dele e beijava os seus pés, Jesus disse: «A tua fé te salvou.» Mas não se deve imaginar que basta acreditar para merecer a salvação, isso seria muito fácil; qualquer pessoa pode ter fé e continuar a viver como um malfeitor. Muitos criminosos dizem que acreditam em Deus, e deve ser verdade, mas não é essa fé que os salvará. Uma fé que não se exprime por um comportamento e gestos correspondentes ou, pelo menos, esforços para o conseguir, é quase inútil. A fé só é verdadeiramente poderosa se for seguida por actos que estão em conformidade com aquilo em que o homem crê. Consideremos um exemplo muito simples. Vós acreditais na eficácia de um medicamento, mas não o tomais: evidentemente, não tereis qualquer resultado. Mas, se o tomardes, graças à vossa fé ele poderá agir duas, três, dez vezes mais do que se o tomásseis sem acreditar nele. A fé abre portas e janelas, ela desbrava o terreno para que vós possais passar. É nisso que reside o seu poder, e ele é imenso. Mas, se vós não vos esforçardes por avançar, de que vos servirão essas aberturas?"

Omraam Mikhaël Aïvanhov

Encontra-se por ai coisas destas...

Nem sempre o corpo se parece com
um bosque, nem sempre o sol
atravessa o vidro,
ou um melro canta na neve.
Há um modo de olhar vindo
do deserto,
mirrado sopro de folhas,
de lábios, digo.

Eugénio de Andrade

'Corduroy' - Pearl Jam

The waiting drove me mad... you're finally here and I'm a mess
I take your entrance back... can't let you roam inside my head
I don't want to take what you can give...
I would rather starve than eat your bread...
I would rather run but I can't walk...
Guess I'll lie alone just like before...
I'll take the varmint's path... oh, and I must refuse your test
A-push me and I will resist... this behavior's not unique
I don't want to hear from those who know...
They can buy, but can't put on my clothes...
I don't want to limp for them to walk...
Never would have known of me before...
I don't want to be held in your debt...
I'll pay it off in blood, let I be wed...
I'm already cut up and half dead...
I'll end up alone like I began...
Everything has chains... absolutely nothing's changed
"Take my hand, not my picture," spelled my T-shirt
I don't want to take what you can give...
I would rather starve than eat your breast...
All the things that others want for me...
Can't buy what I want because it's free...
Can't buy what I want because it's free...
Can't be what you want because I'm...
Why ain't it sposed to be just fun
Oh, to live and die, let it be done
I figure I'll be damned, all alone like I began...
It's your move now...
I thought you were a friend, but I guess I, I guess I hate you..

Pearl Jam - Corduroy

Ah pois! =)

hm...

I need another story
Something to get off my chest
My life gets kinda boring
Need something that I can confess
'Til all my sleeves are stained red

From all the truth that I've said
Come by it honestly I swear
Thought you saw me wink, no
I've been on the brink, so

Tell me what you want to hear
Something that will delight those ears
Sick of all the insinceres
I'm gonna give all my secrets away

This time, don't need another perfect lie
Don't care if critics never jump in line
I'm gonna give all my secrets away

My God, amazing how we got this far
It's like we're chasing all those stars
Driving shiny big black cars
And everyday I see the news
All the problems that we could solve

And when a situation rises
Just write it into an album
Sending it straight to gold
I don't really like my flow, no, so

Tell me what you want to hear
Something that will delight those ears
Sick of all the insinceres
I'm gonna give all my secrets away

This time, don't need another perfect lie
Don't care if critics never jump in line
I'm gonna give all my secrets away

Oh, got no reason, got not shame
Got no family I can blame
Just don't let me disappear
I'm 'a tell you everything

One Republic - Secrets

Pensamento do Dia

"Muitos dos sofrimentos de que os humanos se queixam advêm de eles quererem apossar-se do que pertence a outros: objectos, terrenos, homens, mulheres, situações, etc. E, evidentemente, é aos outros que eles atribuem as culpas, por os considerarem um obstáculo às suas cobiças e às suas ambições. Mas nunca conseguirão ver-se livres desses sofrimentos se não começarem a compreender que são eles próprios que os provocam. Todos os humanos conhecerão este tipo de sofrimentos enquanto não tiverem compreendido que nada do que eles possuem ou desejam possuir pode proporcionar-lhes a verdadeira felicidade. Alguém sofre porque não tem meios, porque se sente fraco ou doente, porque é ignorante, ou feio, ou está só; mas possuir riqueza, poder, saúde, saber, beleza, e estar rodeado por muita gente, nunca impediu ninguém de sofrer. Por vezes, até se fica surpreendido aos descobrir os sofrimentos interiores com que se debatem homens e mulheres de quem se diz que têm tudo para ser felizes. Sim, eles têm tudo menos o essencial: a necessidade de viver a vida espiritual, sem a qual não poderão ter a verdadeira felicidade. "

Omraam Mikhaël Aïvanhov

'Andando por ai'

Andando por aí

Que nome tenho eu para ti?
Decerto não há nome para ti
No sentido em que as estrelas têm nomes
Que de algum modo lhes servem. Andando por aí,

Um motivo de curiosidade para alguns,
Mas tu estás demasiado preocupado
Com a nódoa secreta do outro lado da tua alma
Para falar muito e vagueias por aí,

Sorrindo para ti e para os outros
Chega a ser um tanto solitário,
Mas ao mesmo tempo desanimador
Contraproducente quando percebes uma vez mais

Que o caminho mais longo é o mais eficaz
Aquele que serpenteava por entre as ilhas, e
Parecia que andavas sempre em círculo.
E agora que o fim está perto

Os gomos da viagem abrem-se como uma laranja.
Lá dentro há luz, e mistério e sustento.
Anda ver. Vem, não por mim, mas por isso.
Mas se eu ainda lá estiver, concede que nos possamos encontrar.

John Ashberry
in Uma onda e outros poemas, Quetzal - 1991

'Na quinta do norte'

Na quinta do norte

Algures alguém viaja furiosamente ao teu encontro,
A uma velocidade incrível, viajando dia e noite, atravessando desfiladeiros.
Mas saberá ele onde te encontrar?
Reconhecer-te-á quando te vir?
Dar-te-á a coisa que tem para ti?

Aqui quase nada cresce,
E contudo os celeiros estão a abarrotar,
As sacas de grão empilhadas até às traves do tecto.
Os ribeiros correm docemente, engordando o peixe;
Pássaros escurecem o céu. Será que basta
Deixar a malga do leite lá fora à noite,
Pensar nele às vezes,
Às vezes e sempre, com sentimentos confusos?

John Ashberry
in Uma onda e outros poemas, Quetzal - 1991
(daqui)

...é o que dá ver filmes destes =P

She's like the wind through my tree
She rides the night next to me
She leads me through moonlight
Only to burn me with the sun
She's taken my heart
But she doesn't know what she's done

Feel her breath on my face
Her body close to me
Can't look in her eyes
She's out of my league
Just a fool to believe
I have anything she needs
She's like the wind

I look in the mirror and all I see
Is a young old man with only a dream
Am I just fooling myself
That she'll stop the pain
Living without her
I'd go insane

Feel her breath on my face
Her body close to me
Can't look in her eyes
She's out of my league
Just a fool to believe
I have anything she needs
She's like the wind

Patrick Swayze - She's Like The Wind

(from: Dirty Dancing OST)

...ouvindo Radiohead...

I am the next act waiting in the wings
I am an animal trapped in your hot car
I am all the days that you choose to ignore

You are all I need
You are all I need
I am in the middle of your picture
Lying in the reeds

I am a moth who just wants to share your light
I'm just an insect trying to get out of the night
I only stick with you because there are no others

You are all I need
You are all I need
I am in the middle of your picture
Lying in the reeds

S'all wrong
S'alright, S'alright
S'all wrong
S'alright, S'alright, S'alright

Radiohead - All I Need

Para relaxar...

...ler as frases iniciais, ouvir com atenção, e deixar a melodia fazer o resto =)

'Paper Bag'

I was staring at the sky, just looking for a star
To pray on, or wish on, or something like that
I was having a sweet fix of a daydream of a boy
Whose reality I knew, was a hopeless to be had
But then the dove of hope began it's downward slope
And I believed for a moment that my chances
Were approaching to be grabbed
But as it came down near, so did a weary tear
-I thought it was a bird, but it was just a paper bag
-Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills
'cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold
-Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love
And I went crazy again today, looking for a strand to climb
Looking for a little hope
Baby said he couldn't stay, wouldn't put his lips to mine,
And a fail to kiss is a fail to cope
I said, "Honey, I don't feel so good, don't feel justified
Come on put a little love here in my void,' - he said
"It's all in your head,' and I said, "So's everything' -
But he didn't get it - I thought he was a man
But he was just a little boy
-Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills
'cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold
-Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love
-Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills
'cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold
-Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love

Fiona Apple - Paper Bag