terça-feira, 30 de junho de 2009

Considerações espacio-temporais...

há algo de mágico no passar do tempo,
mágico porque parece que o tempo tem as suas próprias regras,

Oh here it comes again
That funny feeling again winding me up inside
Every time we touch
Hey I don't know
Just tell me where to begin cause I never ever
Felt so much

regras essas que podem ser no mínino desagradáveis...

No I can't recall any love at all
Baby this blows em all away

existe no cair dos segundos uma dualidade deveras desconcertante,
muito provavelmente derivada do porquê de querermos que o tempo passe depressa...
[ou devagar...]

Its got what it takes
So tell me why cant this be love
Straight from my heart oh tell me why
Cant this be love

Há alturas em que eu juro que me parece que o relógio anda ali às voltas,

sem sair do mesmo sítio...

Tick...

Tack...
Tick...
Tack...

I tell myself
Hey only fools rush in an only time will tell
If we stand the test of time
All I know
You've got to run to win an Ill be damned if
I'll get hung up on the line


e há outras em que parece que o ponteiro não passou por todas as casas que devia,
em que parece que o tempo quis fazer uma corrida com o Flash Gordon,
e até conseguiu ganhar...

No I can't recall any love at all
Baby this blows em all away

Its got what it takes
So tell me why cant this be love
Straight from my heart oh tell me why
Can't this be love

existe essa mesma dualidade na definição de espaço...
o espaço também apresenta regras bastante duvidosas,

Its got what it takes
So tell me why cant this be love
Straight from my heart oh tell me why
Can't this be love

nomeadamente no que respeita ao conceito de perto...
porque parece que há alturas em que não se está perto o suficiente...

Tell me why cant this be love
Baby why cant this be love
Got to know why can't this be love
I wanna know why can't this be love



Time is moving too slowly right now...

quinta-feira, 25 de junho de 2009

It's not friday but...


I don't care if Monday's blue
Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too
Thursday I don't care about you
It's Friday, I'm in love

Monday you can fall apart
Tuesday, Wednesday break my heart
Oh, Thursday doesn't even start
It's Friday I'm in love

Saturday, wait
And Sunday always comes too late
But Friday, never hesitate...

I don't care if Mondays black
Tuesday, Wednesday - heart attack
Thursday, never looking back
It's Friday, I'm in love

Monday, you can hold your head
Tuesday, Wednesday stay in bed
Or Thursday - watch the walls instead
It's Friday, I'm in love

Saturday, wait
And Sunday always comes too late
But Friday, never hesitate...

Dressed up to the eyes
It's a wonderful surprise
To see your shoes and your spirits rise
Throwing out your frown
And just smiling at the sound
And as sleek as a sheik
Spinning round and round
Always take a big bite
It's such a gorgeous sight
To see you eat in the middle of the night
You can never get enough
Enough of this stuff
It's Friday, I'm in love

I don't care if Monday's blue
Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too
Thursday I don't care about you
It's Friday, I'm in love

Monday you can fall apart
Tuesday, Wednesday break my heart
Thursday doesn't even start
It's Friday I'm in love