domingo, 28 de setembro de 2008

disarm...

you disarmed me...
long ago...
(but i only understood it now...)





and now i don't know if i can put my walls back up again...

or if i want to...

but i must confess...
thta i am really scared right now...

quinta-feira, 25 de setembro de 2008

In the end

in the end it's not the final step that counts
it's all the others,
it's the tiny steps, and the big ones
the one that made you ecstastic
and the that single step that made you so sad,

in the end,
it only matters what you are,
all those steps in the way
every footprint you left on someone,
every tear, and every laugh

in the end
you are the sum up of all those stories,
all those films and books
all the magic and reality

In the end
all you need is to know
that you made someone happy for being around,
that you made wrong choices and right ones,
that you made it through the darkness and the sadness
and you enjoyed the warmth of sunday afternoons,
and the smell of new flowers opening in the spring,
you heard the rain on winter nights,
and lost yourself in the middle of the falling autumn leaves

in the end of it all
you just need to know
that you lived...

quinta-feira, 18 de setembro de 2008

Pieces of heaven

Pieces of heaven...
small pieces of days of long ago, or coming just around the corner, seconds, minutes, hours, days, months or years, today, tomorrow, yesterday, the change, the constancy, a smile, the sound of rain falling in the window, a hug, a friend holding us tight, someone making a funny joke just to make us laugh, falling in love, the joy of a 4 year cousin, an afternoon spent playing the guitar, having someone teaching a new music, a 5-month-old cat, a 1-year-old cat or dog, a giant green turtle, an afternoon in the zoo, missing someone because you like him/her, wanting to go somewhere, family, reading, staying at home, growing up, being a child, seeing series with a sister, talking with someone you like, seeing photographs, friends, go to the cinema, music... so many, so different...

pieces of heaven...
memories of yesterday,
dreams of tomorrow
the present...

just keep on living...
give them oportunity to knock your breath out with the dazzling beauty of this stupid-happy-confusing-loving-broken-new-old-white-black-gray-constant-always-changing world...

just keep on moving...
just keep on living...

segunda-feira, 1 de setembro de 2008

All the wine...

I'm put together beautifully
Big wet bottle in my fist, big wet rose in my teeth


esta música tem simplesmente um dos melhores começos que consigo imaginar...



I'm perfect piece of ass
Like every Californian
So tall I take over the street, with highbeams shining on my back


sinto-me a voar completamente com este começo...
é lindo...

A wingspan unbelievable

I'm a festival, I'm a parade

And all the wine is all for me
And all the wine is all for me
And all the wine is all for me


penso que depois de todas as quedas, posso de facto aprender a voar...
este principio faz-me acreditar que tudo vai correr bem...

I'm a birthday candle in a circle of black girls
God is on my side
Cuz I'm the child bride
I'm so sorry but the motorcade will have to go around me this time

Cuz God is on my side
And I'm the child bride

que por mais que me perca, que caía....
as asas estão lá...

And all the wine is all for me
And all the wine is all for me
And all the wine is all for me


I carry the dollhouse, safe on my shoulders
Through the black city, night lights are on in the corners
And everyone's sleeping upstairs
All safe and sound
All safe and sound, I won't the let psychos around
All safe and sound, I won't let the psychos around


I'm in a state, I'm in a state
Nothing can touch us my love
I'm in a state, I'm in a state
Nothing can touch us my love


para voar...

e não me deixar prender...
nunca mais...