sexta-feira, outubro 31, 2008
sábado, outubro 25, 2008
The Story (Brandi Carlisle)
Porque vale a pena ouvir e cantar, gritando, se possível, para afastar os fantasmas que fazem desta a nossa história também.
The Story (Brandi Carlisle)
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
Yeah you do and I was made for you
You see the smile that's on my mouth
Is 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
domingo, outubro 19, 2008
quinta-feira, outubro 16, 2008
sábado, outubro 11, 2008
Por estes dias fiz a mim mesma a pergunta: "És feliz?" E a resposta surgiu, sem hesitação e entupida de lágrimas: "Não!".
Será que alguém responderá, sem pensar, sem hesitar que sim, que é feliz. Obviamente ninguém vive a vida perfeita e a alegria nunca é completa, mas isso não será impedimento para nos declararmos felizes, ou será? Não haverá gente feliz, ainda que com lágrimas? É triste pensar que não, mas se calhar a vida é isto mesmo. Uma sensação de falta constante, a ideia de que andamos a perseguir qualquer coisa que nos escapa e que nunca iremos conseguir agarrar.
sexta-feira, outubro 10, 2008
Mamma Mia
