sábado, outubro 30, 2004
terça-feira, outubro 26, 2004

Daniel or Jeremy?! lolol catarina, é prexixo + provas pa veres k o teu tem cara d gaja?!ok,aki nem parexe mt,mx....=X têm os 2 a msma idd, mx...prefiro os olhos azuis ao louro burro e o k n fax 1sorrixo forçado lol claro k inda têm uma carreira pela frente, mx o Dan is better!por mt k tnts arranjar concorrencia num consegues =P k lol...enfim, ixto da a tds n liguem...

segunda-feira, outubro 25, 2004
domingo, outubro 24, 2004
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"The reason I do photographs is to help people understand my music, so it's
very important that I am the same, emotionally, in the photographs as in the
music. Most people's eyes are much better developed than their ears. If they
see a certain emotion in the photograph, then they'll understand the music."
Bjork![]()
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who would have known that a boy like him
would have entered me lightly restoring my blisses
who would have known that a boy like him
after sharing my core would stay going nowhere
who would have known a beauty this immense
who would have known a saintly trance
who would have known :
miraculous breath inhales a beard loaded with courage
***Bjork, Cocon***![]()
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it's oh. so quiet
it's oh. so still
you're all alone
and so peaceful until...
you fall in love
zing boom
the sky up above
zing boom
is caving in
wow bam
you've never been so nuts about a guy
you wanna laugh you wanna cry
you cross your heart and hope to die
'til it's over and then
it's nice and quiet
but soon again
starts another big riot
you blow a fuse
zing boom
the devil cuts loose
zing boom
so what's the use
wow bam
of falling in love
it's. oh. so quiet
it's. oh. so still
you're all alone
and so peaceful until...
you ring the bell
bim bam
you shout and you yell
hi ho ho
you broke the spell
gee. this is swell you almost have a fit
this guy is "gorge" and i got hit
there's no mistake this is it
...
***BJORK***
quinta-feira, outubro 21, 2004
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Crashed on the floor when I moved in
This little bungalow with some strange new friends
Stay up too late, and I'm too thin
We promise each other it's til the end
Now we're spinning empty bottles
It's the five of us
With pretty eyed boys girls die to trust
I can't resist the day
No, I can't resist the day
Jenny screams out and it's no pose
'Cause when she dances she goes and goes
Beer through the nose on an inside joke
I'm so excited,
I haven't spoken
And she's so pretty, and she's so sure
Maybe I'm more clever than a girl like her
The summer's all in bloom
The summer is ending soon
It's alright and it's nice not to be so alone
But I hold on to your secrets in white houses
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Maybe you were all faster than me
I give them up so easily
These silly little wounds will never mend
I feel so far from where I've been
So I go, and I will not be back here again
I'm gone as the day is fading on white houses
I lie, put my injuries all in the dust
In my heart is the five of us
In white houses
And you, maybe you'll remember me
What I gave is yours to keep
In white houses
In white houses
In white houses
Vanessa Carlton, White Houses![]()
segunda-feira, outubro 18, 2004
domingo, outubro 17, 2004
sábado, outubro 16, 2004
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Dual![]()
Não creias, Lídia, que nenhum estio
Por nós perdido possa regressar
Oferecendo a flor
Que adiámos colher.
Cada dia te é dado uma só vez
E no redondo círculo da noite
Não existe piedade
Para aquele que hesita.
Mais tarde será tarde e já é tarde.
O tempo apaga tudo menos esse
Longo indelével rasto
Que o não-vivido deixa.
Não creias na demora em que te medes.
Jamais se detém Kronos cujo passo
Vai sempre mais à frente
Do que o teu próprio passo.
Sophia de Mello Breyner, Dual
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Retrato de uma Princesa Desconhecida![]()
Para que ela tivesse um pescoço tão fino
Para que os seus pulsos tivessem um quebrar de caule
Para que os seus olhos fossem tão frontais e limpos
Para que a sua espinha fosse tão direita
E ela usasse a cabeça tão erguida
Com uma tão simples claridade sobre a testa
Foram necessárias sucessivas gerações de escravos
De corpo dobrado e grossas mãos pacientes
Servindo sucessivas gerações de príncipes
Ainda um pouco toscos e grosseiros
Ávidos cruéis e fraudulentos
Foi um imenso desperdiçar de gente
Para que ela fosse aquela perfeição
Solitária exilada sem destino
Sophia de Mello Breyner, 16/10/95