domingo, novembro 29, 2009

Thanksgiving spirit


- But I'm claustrophonic....
- Yeah? Now you can be Santa Claus-trophobic!

sábado, novembro 28, 2009

E sem dar por isso...

...as pessoas que fazem parte da minha vida vão mudando.

Intemporais


O início foi há 25 anos atrás... *sigh*

sábado, novembro 21, 2009

Feels like a burden

When the giving starts to feel more like a burden... that’s when you stop. But if you are like most people I know, you give ‘til it hurts. And then you give some more.

Morreu


O abate era na 2ª-Feira, mas ele morreu num Sábado. E eu fiquei a 2 km de casa, sem boleia. Só a mim!

sexta-feira, novembro 20, 2009

A minha chefe chamou-me...


...Ti-ti! :|



domingo, novembro 15, 2009

500 Days of ???


"For Tom Hansen, this was the night when everything changed. That wall so often Summer hide behind, a wall of distance, of space, of casual… that wall was slowly coming down. For here was Tom, in her world, a place few have been invited to see with their own eyes. And here was Summer, wanting him there. Him, no one else."

quarta-feira, novembro 11, 2009

Dia cinzento.

I was so lost and you were so profound
You taught me how to fly with my feet still on the ground
And you told me to be what it is that I was
No matter what all of the businessmen said

Serious Richard, why do you frown like you do?
Why do you think the whole world is after you?
Well, you're probably right and it's probably true about me, too

'Cause sometimes the world ain't sweet
Oh these days, when was it ever?
Maybe it's just this city hurts
Oh Richard, I love you worse

Serious Richard
I often recall the time in the doorway in Paris
The time of the broken sinks and the broken hearts
And the broken weeds that we tore apart
Thinking they were flowers, thinking they were art

We were so smart, Richard
We liked our love, we loved to live
Out in the streets we knew how to give
We were alive, happy to be alive

You don't know my memory lingers
Or the message of your fingers

Serious Richard, where did you go?
I never thought an ending we would ever know
Now it's so cold without your love

(Vonda Shepard)

(Porque nem todas as nuvens são tão simpáticas como esta)

domingo, novembro 08, 2009

Nostalgia


(e as noites em que me deitei "às tantas", com aulas no
dia seguinte, para não perder pitada...)

domingo, novembro 01, 2009

Ao fim da 1ª semana...

"Today, if you become frightened... instead, become inspired!"