O que aconteceu aos nossos sonhos? Onde os guardámos? Os nossos momentos secretos pela manhã, os encontros no elevador, os nossos almoços na esplanada, na nossa esplanada, as nossas conversas sobre o que vamos poder continuar a fazer e o que vamos ter que deixar de fazer, os fins-de-semana que planeámos, as nossas férias, as nossas noites, as coisas que querias pôr nas prateleiras da cozinha, a casa que idealizámos, os nossos natais, a nossa sintonia, a nossa química, o nosso amor, as nossas saídas à noite com a "discussão" sobre quem conduzia, os nossos passeios, a nossa vida, o nosso futuro, os nossos filhos, as nossas idas à bola, as férias na neve e em Nova Iorque com as lojas e as compras e os infindáveis sacos, os nossos filmes com a mantinha e o bom vinho, as nossas brincadeiras contigo a manter-me na linha e eu a falar brasileiro, os nossos miminhos, a nossa cumplicidade...o primeiro fim-de-semana, na Quinta das Lágrimas, e as 3 semanas de lua-de-mel....
Quero tudo isso...continuo a querer tudo isso....
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Monday, August 11, 2008
The Story
Um hino...aquelas histórias bonitas...que parecem ter inspirado aqueles filmes de que todos gostam mas ninguém o admite...aquelas histórias bonitas...com um final feliz....
All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you
I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
But baby I broke them all for you
Because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
You do...I was made for you
You see the smile that's on my mouth
It's hiding the words that don't come out
And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed
They don't know my head is a mess
No, they don't know who I really am
And they don't know what I've been through like you do
And I was made for you...
All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you
Brandi Carlile
All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you
I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
But baby I broke them all for you
Because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
You do...I was made for you
You see the smile that's on my mouth
It's hiding the words that don't come out
And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed
They don't know my head is a mess
No, they don't know who I really am
And they don't know what I've been through like you do
And I was made for you...
All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you
Brandi Carlile
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