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I want to be simple

I think you're either born simple or you're born...me.

I want to be the person who gets happy over finding the perfect dress.

Grey's Anatomy

Indeed

E amanhã (hoje) vou ao Teatro Aveirense ver o Filme do Desassossego. Aceita-se companhia. Senão vou sozinha. Está decidido.

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Apetece-me

Mozart - Piano concerto nº23

Let me know

What do you dream of?

Joshua Bell in a Washington metro stop during rush hour

promise you'll never promise again

Tenho dó das estrelas

Luzindo há tanto tempo,

Há tanto tempo...

Tenho dó delas.

Não haverá um cansaço

Das coisas,

De todas as coisas,

Como das pernas ou de um braço?

Um cansaço de existir,

De ser,

Só de ser,

O ser triste brilhar ou sorrir...

Não haverá, enfim,

Para as coisas que são,

Não a morte, mas sim,

Uma outra espécie de fim,

Ou uma grande razão - 

Qualquer coisa assim

Como um perdão?

Fernando Pessoa

As usual

Keith Jarrett - I loves you, Porgy

So what's the point?

O que eu mais gostava em ti, afinal não existe.

What do you know about love?

Rain on me, I'm not complaining
I'm soaking from my hat down to my shoes

Rain on me 'cause I'm believing

Love is something i get to lose

Lloyd Cole

I know

The Smiths - I know it's over

Acho que podia ouvir mil vezes seguidas a voz lânguida com que Morrissey canta "oh mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head".

"Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
And as I climb into an empty bed
Oh well... Enough said
I know it's over - still I cling
I don't know where else I can go.

 Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
See, the sea wants to take me
The knife wants to slit me
Do you think you can help me?

Sad veiled bride, please be happy
Handsome groom, give her room
Loud, loutish lover, treat her kindly
(although she needs you more than she loves you)

And I know it's over - still I cling
I don't know where else I can go
(Over and over and over and over, over and over...)
I know it's over
And it never really began
But in my heart it was so real
And you even spoke to me, and said:
"If you're so funny
Then why are you on your own tonight?
And if you're so clever
Then why are you on your own tonight?
If you're so very entertaining
Then why are you on your own tonight?
If you're so very good-looking
Why do you sleep alone tonight?
I know...
Because tonight is just like any other night
That's why you're on your own tonight
With your triumphs and your charms
While they're in each other's arms..."

It's so easy to laugh
It's so easy to hate
It takes strength to be gentle and kind
(Over, over, over, over)
It's so easy to laugh
It's so easy to hate
It takes guts to be gentle and kind
(Over, over)

Love is Natural and Real
But not for you, my love
Not tonight, my love
Love is Natural and Real
But not for such as you and I, my love

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head"

NY, Novembro 2010

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