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quarta-feira, novembro 30, 2011
segunda-feira, novembro 28, 2011
Menina estás à janela
O sorriso que insiste em aparecer, os olhos que não páram de brilhar...
PS: Unir o Mondego a uma Ria irá de nós exigir sempre mais
segunda-feira, novembro 21, 2011
domingo, novembro 06, 2011
There's a calm surrender to the rush of day
When the heat of the rolling world can be turned away
An enchanted moment, and it sees me through
It's enough for this restless warrior just to be with you
And can you feel the love tonight
It is where we are
It's enough for this wide-eyed wanderer
That we got this far
And can you feel the love tonight
How it's laid to rest
When the heat of the rolling world can be turned away
An enchanted moment, and it sees me through
It's enough for this restless warrior just to be with you
And can you feel the love tonight
It is where we are
It's enough for this wide-eyed wanderer
That we got this far
And can you feel the love tonight
How it's laid to rest
sexta-feira, novembro 04, 2011
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O momento que salto é o momento que sinto os pés assentes no chão. É cair na escuridão desses olhos, contagiar-me pelo riso felino e rugir a cada batida desenfreada do meu peito. Quando o meu espírito ameaça ultrapassar os limites da natureza, passo de predador a presa quando o calor do teu corpo imobiliza o meu. Entrego-me ao cheiro de verão, às cócegas dos teus bigodes, ao ronronar malicioso e deixo-me adormecer... só para acordar e ver os teus olhos escuros a dizer que estou em casa.
terça-feira, novembro 01, 2011
She
She may be the song that summer sings,
May be the chill that autumn brings,
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day
May be the chill that autumn brings,
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day
She who always seems so happy in a crowd,
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud,
No one's allowed to see them
When they cry
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud,
No one's allowed to see them
When they cry
Me, I'll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I've got to be.
The meaning of my life is she, she, she
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I've got to be.
The meaning of my life is she, she, she
May turn each day into a
Heaven or a hell
Heaven or a hell
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