hummmmm....

Sinceramente não sei que hei-de escrever! Tive mesmo para não postar nada, só para te deixar irritada! =P Mas, há sempre um mas! Tuuuuu !!! Coiso e tal aplica-se!?·


Hummmm.... Tinha de responder à pergunta do "fantástico"?
Não sou fantástico, excepto nas alturas em que recito Bocage com roupa interior encarnada!

Levaste me a inspiração? É que a coisa mais criativa que consigo escrever é:
What time is it? (tradução: um dia a noite será cedo, as tardes serão primavera, o verão quente, com breves brisas do teu sorriso! Ecos das noites anteriores nos dias seguintes! Palavras, gestos, sons, cores e traços de viagem. Pedaços de espaços, pedaços de nós assim...enfim)

É incrível como 4 palavras podem trazer muitas mais!·

PS: Para quem quer dominar o mundo tens de aprender a dominar as vozes estridentes dos teus amigos ou companheiros de viagem!!! Quase fiquei surdo mas parece que escrevi "sons" na tradução! =D ósculos

Aquele Lugar Especial

Neste momento estás no sofá (as telecomunicações hoje em dia são fabulosas) e escusado será dizer que personagem me fazes lembrar! (não chegavas lá sosinho, mas eu fiz questão de ilustrar o dito 'post', o que te tornou a tarefa menos complicada).

My Kuki is not a communist. He may be a liar, a pig, an idiot, a communist, but he is not a porn star. (não querendo tirar méritos ao "Grandpa Simpson" que ditou tão singelas palavras)

Porque não deixas de ser fantástico? (Agora não estou a tirar méritos a ninguém)

Beijo Saudoso Nuno ( a l f f )

You don't know how lovely you are

The Story Behind Coldplay's 'The Scientist'. Retrieved on August 1, 2006.


You don't know how lovely you are.... =)

I will try to fix you....

teste

You're never with me
you're never near me
What time is it?
What time?
Whose time is this?
Give yourself a chance to breathe
I'll give you the room you need

You're never here
You're never near here
What day is this?
What day?
Whose day is this?
Put me in your supermarket list
I'm here, I'm real, it's true, I do exist

Today you may feel a little sleepy
Maybe the morning is too soon
I guess I'll have to borrow
One of your sunny afternoons
But afternoons they never come
There's nothing left for me to borrow

I guess I'll try again tomorrow
I guess I'll try again tomorrow
I guess I'll try again tomorrow
I guess I'll try again tomorrow

You're wasting me
You're breaking, you're wasting me
Can this be love?
Is this?
Whose love is this?What is wrong with you?
I don't know
No place in you for me
And me, I need you so

And if you want to be by yourself
No one disturbing, that's alright
I guess I'll have to borrow
A little of yourself tonight
But tonight it never comes
There's nothing left for me to borrow

I guess I'll try again tomorrow
I guess I'll try again tomorrow
I guess I'll try again tomorrow
I guess I'll try again tomorrow

It may seem a little hollow
But I'll try again tomorrow

There's nothing left for me to borrow
I guess I'll try again tomorrow

hate u =P