Thursday, 31 March 2011
Amanhã...
Monday, 28 March 2011
Será que???
"Será que sabes que hoje é domingo,
ou os dias não passam, são anjos
caindo.
Será que me consegues ouvir
ou é tempo que pedes quando tentas
sorrir.
Será que sabes que te trago na voz,
que o teu mundo é o meu mundo e foi
feito por nós.
Será que te lembras da côr do olhar
quando juntos a noite não quer acabar.
Será que sentes esta mão que te agarra
que te prende com a força do mar
contra a barra.
Será que consegues ouvir-me dizer
que te amo tanto quanto noutro dia
qualquer.
Eu sei que tu estarás sempre por mim
não há noite sem dia, nem dia sem fim.
Eu sei que me queres, e me amas
também
me desejas agora como nunca
ninguém.
Não partas então, não me deixes
sozinho
Vou beijar o teu chão e chorar o
caminho.
Será,
Será,
Será!"
Monday, 21 March 2011
Parabola...
A Parábola
"O barulho
Do vento não bole
A pasmaceira refractária
Da lua
Um quadro ao que for
Fim de rua
No lado de dentro
Da porta do esquecimento
Rio à boleia da parábola
Dos pés no rio
E os olhos cansados
De ver
E os olhos cansados
De não te ver
E o fastio
Portugal
Que mal se sente..."
Do vento não bole
A pasmaceira refractária
Da lua
Um quadro ao que for
Fim de rua
No lado de dentro
Da porta do esquecimento
Rio à boleia da parábola
Dos pés no rio
E os olhos cansados
De ver
E os olhos cansados
De não te ver
E o fastio
Portugal
Que mal se sente..."
"...Twirling 'round with this familiar parable.
Spinning, weaving 'round each new experience.
Recognize this as a holy gift and celebrate this
chance to be alive and breathing,
a chance to be alive and breathing.
This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality.
Embrace this moment. Remember; we are eternal,
all this pain is an illusion..."
Spinning, weaving 'round each new experience.
Recognize this as a holy gift and celebrate this
chance to be alive and breathing,
a chance to be alive and breathing.
This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality.
Embrace this moment. Remember; we are eternal,
all this pain is an illusion..."
Saturday, 19 March 2011
Father and Son...
Obrigado!!! :)
"...Father
It's not time to make a change,
Just sit down, take it slowly.
You're still young, that's your fault,
There's so much you have to go through.
Find a girl, settle down,
if you want you can marry.
Look at me, I am old, but I'm happy.
Son
All the times that I cried, keeping all the things I knew inside,
It's hard, but it's harder to ignore it.
If they were right, I'd agree, but it's them you know not me.
Now there's a way and I know that I have to go away.
I know I have to go."
It's not time to make a change,
Just sit down, take it slowly.
You're still young, that's your fault,
There's so much you have to go through.
Find a girl, settle down,
if you want you can marry.
Look at me, I am old, but I'm happy.
Son
All the times that I cried, keeping all the things I knew inside,
It's hard, but it's harder to ignore it.
If they were right, I'd agree, but it's them you know not me.
Now there's a way and I know that I have to go away.
I know I have to go."
Tuesday, 15 March 2011
My body is a cage...
"...My body is a cage
We take what we're given
Just because you've forgotten
That don't mean you're forgiven
I'm living in an age
That screams my name at night
But when I get to the doorway
There's no one in sight
My body is a cage that keeps me
From dancing with the one I love
But my mind holds the key
You're standing next to me
My mind holds the key
Set my spirit free
Set my spirit free
Set my body free"
We take what we're given
Just because you've forgotten
That don't mean you're forgiven
I'm living in an age
That screams my name at night
But when I get to the doorway
There's no one in sight
My body is a cage that keeps me
From dancing with the one I love
But my mind holds the key
You're standing next to me
My mind holds the key
Set my spirit free
Set my spirit free
Set my body free"
Saturday, 12 March 2011
Porque hoje vou rever muitos... My friends!! :D
"Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some stay for awhile and leave footprints on our hearts. And we are never, ever the same."-- Anonymous
"...What would you think if I sang out of tune,
Would you stand up and walk out on me.
Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song,
And I'll try not to sing out of key.
Oh I get by with a little help from my friends,
Mmm,I get high with a little help from my friends,
Mmm, I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends..."
Would you stand up and walk out on me.
Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song,
And I'll try not to sing out of key.
Oh I get by with a little help from my friends,
Mmm,I get high with a little help from my friends,
Mmm, I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends..."
Friday, 11 March 2011
About the "What if"'s in life...
E se tivessemos ido?? E se tivessemos feito?? E se nunca te tivesse falado?? E se nunca eu te ferisse?? E se esquece-mos os nossos problemas??E se não houvessem "e se"'s nesta vida?? Seria tudo o mesmo??
"What if there was no light.
Nothing wrong, nothing right.
What if there was no time?
And no reason or rhyme?
What if you should decide
That you don't want me there by your side.
That you don't want me there in your life.
What if I got it wrong?
And no poem or song..
Could put right what I got wrong,
Or make you feel I belong
What if you should decide
That you don't want me there by your side
That you don't want me there in your life.
Oooooh, that's right
Let's take a breath, jump over the side.
Oooooh, that's right
How can you know it if you don't even try?
Oooooh, that's right
Every step that you take
Could be your biggest mistake
It could bend or it could break
But that's the risk that you take
What if you should decide
That you don't want me there in your life.
That you don't want me there by your side..."
Nothing wrong, nothing right.
What if there was no time?
And no reason or rhyme?
What if you should decide
That you don't want me there by your side.
That you don't want me there in your life.
What if I got it wrong?
And no poem or song..
Could put right what I got wrong,
Or make you feel I belong
What if you should decide
That you don't want me there by your side
That you don't want me there in your life.
Oooooh, that's right
Let's take a breath, jump over the side.
Oooooh, that's right
How can you know it if you don't even try?
Oooooh, that's right
Every step that you take
Could be your biggest mistake
It could bend or it could break
But that's the risk that you take
What if you should decide
That you don't want me there in your life.
That you don't want me there by your side..."
Thursday, 10 March 2011
O riso da alma...
"Apenas entendo que o riso é a mais certeira prova da alma. Olhai para uma criança: só as crianças sabem rir com perfeição, por isso são fascinantes. É abominável a criança que chora, mas a que ri alegremente é um raio do paraíso, é o futuro do homem quando ele, finalmente, se tornar tão puro e ingénuo como uma criança..."
- Fiodor Dostoievski, in 'O Adolescente'
Wednesday, 9 March 2011
Funny the way it is...
"...Funny the way it is
If you think about it
One kid walks 10 miles to school
Another's dropping out
Funny the way it is
Not right or wrong
On a soldier's last breath
His baby is being born
Standing on a bridge
Watch the water passing under me
It must have been much harder
When there was no bridge just water
Now the world is small
Compared to how it used to be
With mountains and oceans and winters and rivers and stars..."
If you think about it
One kid walks 10 miles to school
Another's dropping out
Funny the way it is
Not right or wrong
On a soldier's last breath
His baby is being born
Standing on a bridge
Watch the water passing under me
It must have been much harder
When there was no bridge just water
Now the world is small
Compared to how it used to be
With mountains and oceans and winters and rivers and stars..."
Monday, 7 March 2011
Fable...
The Fable...
"The mountain and the squirrel
Had a quarrel;
And the former called the latter "Little Prig."
Bun replied,
"You are doubtless very big;
But all sorts of things and weather
Must be taken in together
To make up a year
And a sphere.
And I think it's no disgrace
To occupy my place.
If I'm not so large as you,
You are not so small as I,
And not half so spry.
I'll not deny you make
A very pretty squirrel track;
Talents differ: all is well and wisely put;
If I cannot carry forests on my back,
Neither can you crack a nut."
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Had a quarrel;
And the former called the latter "Little Prig."
Bun replied,
"You are doubtless very big;
But all sorts of things and weather
Must be taken in together
To make up a year
And a sphere.
And I think it's no disgrace
To occupy my place.
If I'm not so large as you,
You are not so small as I,
And not half so spry.
I'll not deny you make
A very pretty squirrel track;
Talents differ: all is well and wisely put;
If I cannot carry forests on my back,
Neither can you crack a nut."
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Sunday, 6 March 2011
movie night: 127 hours... ('till he chose life!)
Uma história de vida incrível, uma lição de preserverança, interpretação incrível de uma histórica verídica e uma banda sonora incrível... Tudo num dos melhores filmes do ano...
Aron Ralston: "You know, I've been thinking. Everything is... just comes together. It's me. I chose this. I chose all this. This rock... this rock has been waiting for me my entire life. It's entire life, ever since it was a bit of meteorite a million, billion years ago. In space. It's been waiting, to come here. Right, right here. I've been moving towards it my entire life. The minute I was born, every breath that I've taken, every action has been leading me to this crack on the out surface"
Thursday, 3 March 2011
Who I am...
"Na imensidão do que eu sou, e do que tu és,
Há sempre um mistério por descobrir.
Na imensidão do que nós somos,
Existe o imenso e o nada.
Na imensidão do teu corpo
Encontro a tua alma.
Na imensidão do mundo,
Encontro-me ou fujo de mim.
Perco-me por caminhos
Que se cruzam neste abismo,
Que são os meus pensamentos...
Perco-me no egoísmo do que eu sou,
Ao perder o meu tempo a decifrar os meus medos.
Esqueço-me do tempo infinito que nos circunda
E nos leva sem darmos por isso.
Esqueço-me do tudo e do nada
E de coisa nenhuma.
E lembro-me que sinto,
Sem saber sentir,
Que falo,
Sem saber falar,
Que escrevo,
Sem saber escrever...
E lembro-me mais e mais de mim,
Para me poder lembrar do todo
Que acredito existir.
Mas, eu sou do mundo,
E tenho na frente do meu rosto,
Uma janela imaginária com formas ondulantes,
Como os quadros de Dali.
Todos os dias agarro no pincel,
E como se fosse possível,
Transformo as formas ondulantes,
Em cubismos de Picasso.
Vivo da arte,
Das palavras que leio nos livros,
Das pessoas que conheco nas ruas,
Não sou nada meu,
Sou tudo dos outros
E do que eles me transmitem.
Vivo de paredes claras e escuras,
Vivo de noites e de dias,
Vivo de ti e do teu corpo.
Não me encontro a mim, mas em mim,
Encontro o mundo, o teu, o meu
E o de todos nós..."
Há sempre um mistério por descobrir.
Na imensidão do que nós somos,
Existe o imenso e o nada.
Na imensidão do teu corpo
Encontro a tua alma.
Na imensidão do mundo,
Encontro-me ou fujo de mim.
Perco-me por caminhos
Que se cruzam neste abismo,
Que são os meus pensamentos...
Perco-me no egoísmo do que eu sou,
Ao perder o meu tempo a decifrar os meus medos.
Esqueço-me do tempo infinito que nos circunda
E nos leva sem darmos por isso.
Esqueço-me do tudo e do nada
E de coisa nenhuma.
E lembro-me que sinto,
Sem saber sentir,
Que falo,
Sem saber falar,
Que escrevo,
Sem saber escrever...
E lembro-me mais e mais de mim,
Para me poder lembrar do todo
Que acredito existir.
Mas, eu sou do mundo,
E tenho na frente do meu rosto,
Uma janela imaginária com formas ondulantes,
Como os quadros de Dali.
Todos os dias agarro no pincel,
E como se fosse possível,
Transformo as formas ondulantes,
Em cubismos de Picasso.
Vivo da arte,
Das palavras que leio nos livros,
Das pessoas que conheco nas ruas,
Não sou nada meu,
Sou tudo dos outros
E do que eles me transmitem.
Vivo de paredes claras e escuras,
Vivo de noites e de dias,
Vivo de ti e do teu corpo.
Não me encontro a mim, mas em mim,
Encontro o mundo, o teu, o meu
E o de todos nós..."
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