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curiosidades familiares...

uma cria - traz-me o nutella e...e...e...
outra cria - ...e pão?
uma cria - não, não...uma colher! sff...

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vou ali...

...falar com o Mitch e já volto ;)


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BELTANE
Fábrica da Pólvora - Oeiras
18 de Agosto - 22h

uma pérola do baú...

...lets look at a trailer:

Não pirimpanparás a mulher do próximo...



Lauro Dérnio no seu melhor!!!

gostooo...

I AM SAM
o filme e a banda sonora - gostooo!!!

(by me)

ainda do baú...

...a menina dança?



...e o Patrick a cantar!!! lololol

..........

.......


o farol da vila
apagou-se há anos
- atrás da rotunda,
onde as dunas escondem
as ondas mais quentes.
os 92 degraus
até às rochas que permanecem
nas areias dos anos que
passam, barcos ao longe
guiados pelas estrelas
e a lua a brilhar
nos olhos de quem sente
as marés das horas
no leito do rio
que insiste em correr
para o mar
e do mar para os meus pés.

sounds better when we are together...

... ... ...

(by me)

tv revival

..love in ny


..alguém tem um canivete suiço?


..where everybody knows your name


...lindoooo ;)

one day...

Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair,
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air,
I was born too late to a world that doesn't care,
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.

When the head of state didn't play guitar,
Not everybody drove a car,
When music really mattered and when radio was king,
When accountants didn't have control,
And the media couldn't buy your soul,
And computers were still scary and we didn't know everything.

When popstars still remained a myth,
And ignorance could still be bliss,
And when God Save the Queen she turned a whiter shade of pale,
When my mom and dad were in their teens,
And anarchy was still a dream,
And the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail.

When record shops were on top,
and vinyl was all that they stocked,
and the super info-highway was still drifting out in space,
kids were wearing hand-me-downs,
And playing games meant kick arounds,
And footballers who had long hair and dirt across their face.

Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair,
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air,
I was born too late to a world that doesn't care,
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.

I was born too late to a world that doesn't care,
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.



Sandi Thom, I Wish I Was A Punk Rocker

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...

Milk and toast and honey make it sunny on a rainy Saturday,
he-he-hey
Milk and toast, some coffee take the stuffiness out of days you
hate, you really hate
Slow morning news pass me by
I try not to analyze but didn't he blow my mind this time
Didn't he blow my mind?

(Here he comes)
To bring a little lovin', honey
To take away the hurt inside
Is everything that matters to me
Is everything I want in life

Milk and toast and honey
Ain't it funny how things sometimes look so clear and feel so
near
The dreams I dream, my favourite wishful thinkin'
Oh, he's bookmarked everywhere, everywhere
True love might fall from the sky
You never know what to find but didn't he blow my mind this
time
Didn't he blow my mind?

(Here he comes)
To bring a little lovin', honey
To take away the pain inside
Is everything that matters to me
Is everything I want from life

Oh lay a little lovin', honey
To feel you're gettin' close to me
Is everything that matters to me
Is everywhere I wanna be

Roxette, Milk & Toast & Honey

curiosidades familiares

mãe - o marido da Paulinha está a lavar a loiça e ela está no pátio com os miúdos...
pai - pois..tás a ver..um marido desses é que eu devia arranjar...se fosse mais novo..e não me tivesse casado contigo...

..........

...and they still dance

(António Azevedo)

Why are there women here dancing on their own?
Why is there this sadness in their eyes?
Why are the soldiers here
Their faces fixed like stone?
I can't see what it is that they dispise

It's the only form of protest they're allowed
I've seen their silent faces scream so loud
If they were to speak these words they'd go missing too
Another woman on a torture table what else can they do
They're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone They dance alone

One day we'll dance on their graves
One day we'll sing our freedom
One day we'll laugh in our joy
And we'll dance
One day we'll dance on their graves
One day we'll sing our freedom
One day we'll laugh in our joy
And we'll dance

Hey Mr. Pinochet
You've sown a bitter crop
It's foreign money that supports you
One day the money's going to stop
No wages for your torturers
No budget for your guns
Can you think of your own mother
Dancin' with her invisible son
They're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
They're anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone
They dance alone

Sting, They dance alone



(...)

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THOM YORKE
The Eraser
... ;)

e quem disse...

...que a maldição do teatro não existe? ;)

just like a feather...letting your love show

I'm coming out of my wishing well
Where only echoes lonely hear my prayers
I'm coming around to bend cause my resistance been to persistent
I've come to far to force it so I'll watch it slide and land
I could come on strong and willful but
I'd rather watch it fall to the palm of my hand

And when I set it free like a feather it will be
And when I rise to see it done like whatever it will be it will be

I'm taking a breather baby
From sitting on pins waiting for my sky to fall
I'm taking up giving in
So here's the wheel, I'm putting my feet up
Take another look at me baby
Today I'm taking on catastrophe
I'd rather take it easy
Then try to force what's on its way to me

And when I set it free like a feather it will be
And when I rise to see it done like whatever it will be it will be

We're only afraid if we pull back the blinds too far
The lights behind that we free will blind other stars
But the truth doesn't blind it helps to see far
so get ready to be
Who you are

Nikka Costa, Like a Feather




Sit down, give me your hand
I'm gonna tell you the future
I see you, living happily
With somebody who really suits ya
Someone like me

Break down. Give me some time
I don't want the fear to confuse ya
Right now, it's so wrong
But maybe it's all in the future with
Someone like you

Stand still. Breath in
Are you listening?

You don't know
Somebody's aching. Keeping it all in
Somebody won't let go of his heart but the truth is
It's painless
Letting your love show

Maybe truth, maybe lies
Made me want you
Maybe dumb, maybe wise...?
I don't know

Somebody's aching. Keeping it all in
Somebody won't let go of his heart but the truth is
It's painless
Letting your love show
You don't know
Somebody's hurting. Holding it all in
Somebody can't let go of his heart but the truth is
It's painless
Letting your love show

Love show
Letting your love show

Skye, Love Show

o outro lado das férias...

União Zoófila


...NÃO SÃO DESCARTÁVEIS!!!



...um excelente anúncio!

apetecia-me...

...comer melancia com a minha avó :)