the gestures can kill us moreover destroy

you were nothing thinking you're something.

Este sim, é um bom amigo

De 2ª a 6ª feira, da meia-noite até às 7 da manhã, ele está na rádio favorita de Portugal para passar discos pedidos.

Adicionem-no, o Carlos merece.

queria ter uma matrícula igual...

think about it

Às vezes construímos pequenos sonhos em cima de grandes pessoas ... O tempo passa e descobrimos que grandes eram os sonhos, e as pessoas pequenas demais para torná-los reais ...

Bob Marley

band aid II

...
Well tonight thank God it's them instead of you
...
Band Aid
Do they know it's christmas

turn it up loud, captain

All of this
All of this can be yours
All of this
All of this can be yours
All of this
All of this can be yours
Just give me what I want
And no one gets hurt

U2
Vertigo

papel

empty streets left alone
waterdrops falling down
a grey and empty sky washes all your tears away

see the stars hiding away
from this vicious circle of drugs
for life you are the looser with no second chance

fading hopes blown away
you are waiting for the night
you´re playing hide and seek with the devil in the sky

see the bright big city lights
a colourful and fatal trap
left freezing on the pavement – you never had a chance

for another day
lost memories are calling
for another day
your silver tears are falling

Evil's toy
Silvertears

momentos fazem sentido

Quando a hora dobra em triste e tardo toque
E em noite horrenda vejo escoar-se o dia
Quando vejo esvair-se a violeta, ou que
a prata a preta têmpora assedia

Quando vejo sem folha o tronco antigo
Que ao rebanho estendia a sombra franca
E em feixe atado agora o verde trigo
seguir o carro, a barba hirsuta e branca;

Sobre tua beleza então questiono
Que há de sofrer do Tempo a dura prova,
Pois as graças do mundo em abandono

Morrem ao ver nascendo a graça nova.
Contra a foice do Tempo é vão combate,
Salvo a prole, que o enfrenta se te abate.

William Shakespeare

don't want your social disease

Havia um tipo que queria ser. Nunca conseguiu.

sinto-me

passa (o) tempo (devagar).

If you could look into my eyes now, what would you see

It's just coincidence
Well, you can talk that way
But I have to say I don't believe in it
It was a chill of chance,
I decided to dance the days away

And I wasn't worried at all
Sneaking through the back door
No, I wasn't worried at all
Dreams are what you live for

Waiting for the light to turn green
Carry me home
To the kindest eyes that I've ever seen
Carry me home
Well, can you tell me how will it be now?
How will it be?
Can you tell me, how will it be now?
How will it be?

Well we were younger then,
And the days were long and slow
But were we wiser then?
I couldn't say, I wouldn't know

But I wasn't worried at all
I had someone to run to
And I wasn't worried at all
I knew which way the wind blew

Counting out the chaos and gloom
Carry me home
And I watched the ceiling spin round the room
Carry me home
Well, can you tell me, how will it be now?
How will it be?
Can you tell me, how will it be now?
How will it be?

In the real world, how will it be?
In a cold world, how will it be?
In a lonely world, how will it be?
Will the ghosts just stop following me?

No, now drawn into the sun
He was the only one

In the real world, how will it be?
In a cold, cold world, how will it be?
Beck and call, beg and crawl, how will it be?
Will the ghosts just stop following me?

No, now drawn into the sun
He was the only one

And so I'll remember you,
I'll remember the days and the thousands of ways you pulled me through,
And dream of all the things you've seen,
Of all the faces and all of the places you have been,
Now you have no phone and you have no name and you have no number,
And it comes to an end in the blink of an eye and it makes me wonder...

The Chameleons
Tears

is it any wonder?

When the light of life has gone
No change for the meter

When nothing's sacred anymore
When the demon's knocking on your door
You'll still be staring down at the floor

janela para o mundo

moderar o desânimo de ser

I shake my head and shiver
They smile
And then stab my back as they shake my hand
Send out an SOS plea
Come quickly
I'm marooned in monkeyland.
Is there anyone there
Who understands me
Anyone at all

I'm idly staring at the sky
Did anybody hear me sigh
A million stars are a moving sight
To all you out there
Reading this tonight
It's just a trick of the light

I have to know what is real
And what is illusion
Tell me how does it feel
Beyond this confusion
Is there anyone there

Do I dismiss this with a sigh
Suppose I must from time to time
And let the answers pass me by
To questions set to bend the mind
Is my creator a God or a man
Does someone somewhere
Care or understand
It's just a trick of the light

I have to know what is real
And what is illusion
Tell me how does it feel
Beyond this confusion
Is there anyone there

Life's an optical illusion
Like other optical illusions
Beware
If there's anyone there

The Chameleons
Monkeyland