sexta-feira, 30 de julho de 2010
Confesssions of a dangerous mind
"The Gong Show provided me with five years of the happiest times of my life, but that's that. And to be known as the guy who gave the world The Gong Show - listen, my Uncle George isn't known as anything. So I guess it isn't so bad in that context."
Mr. Christopher Walken
"I think that sometimes when they see me in a movie they expect me to be something nasty. I mean, I play a lot of villains and you show up and they think maybe... That's why it's good to defy expectations sometimes."
quinta-feira, 29 de julho de 2010
quarta-feira, 28 de julho de 2010
O que se aprende por aí...
... descobri ontem que há quem faça capas em tricot para papel-higiénico, achei estranho, mas pelos vistos é uma coisa universal, hoje garantiram-me que me Portugal também se faz!
Vou meter mãos à obra e fazer um bem old-school rock n' roll!!!
Live and learn!!!
terça-feira, 27 de julho de 2010
Os segundos da eternidade...
every time I hear you speak
every time I walk with you
my knees get a little weak
my heart skips a beat...
every time I see you
every time I see you
I fall in love again
fall in love again.
Every time I touch your hand
my temperature rises...
we can find all the surprises,
make no compromises...
Every time I see you,
every time I see you
I fall in love again,
fall in love again,
again and again, oh baby... baby... fall in love again...
Amo-te com a alma a transbordar...
segunda-feira, 26 de julho de 2010
domingo, 25 de julho de 2010
sábado, 24 de julho de 2010
Bikinis!
Antigamente tinhas de afastar a cueca para ver o cu; agora tens de afastar o cu para ver a cueca!
Pedro Afonso, o "sábio"
sexta-feira, 23 de julho de 2010
...you Victor!
You have been wonderful, my Juliette, all through these dark and violet days. If I needed love, you brought it to me, bless you! When, in my hiding places, always dangerous, after a night of waiting, I heard the key of my door trembling in your fingers, peril and darkness were no longer round me--what entered then was light! We must never forget those terrible, but so sweet, hours when you were close to me in the intervals of fighting. Let us remember all our lives that dark little room, the ancient hangings, the two armchairs, side by side, the meal we ate off the corner of the table, the cold chicken you had brought; our sweet converse, your caresses, your anxieties, your devotion. You were surprised to find me calm and
serene.
Do you know whence came both calmness and serenity?
From you...
Victor Hugo
Once I was Juliette...
If only I were a clever woman, I could describe to you my gorgeous bird, how you unite in yourself the beauties of form, plumage, and song!
I would tell you that you are the greatest marvel of all ages, and I should only be speaking the simple truth. But to put all this into suitable words, my superb one, I should require a voice far more harmonious than that which is bestowed upon my species - for I am the humble owl that you mocked at only lately, therefore, it cannot be.
I will not tell you to what degree you are dazzling and to the birds of sweet song who, as you know, are none the less beautiful and appreciative.
I am content to delegate to them the duty of watching, listening and admiring, while to myself I reserve the right of loving; this may be less attractive to the ear, but it is sweeter far to the heart.
I love you, I love you. my Victor; I can not reiterate it too often; I can never express it as much as I feel it.
I recognise you in all the beauty that surrounds me in form, in colour, in perfume, in harmonious sound: all of these mean you to me. You are superior to all. I see and admire - you are all!
You are not only the solar spectrum with the seven luminous colours, but the sun himself, that illumines, warms, and revivifies! This is what you are, and I am the lowly woman that adores you.
Juliette Drouet
quinta-feira, 22 de julho de 2010
quarta-feira, 21 de julho de 2010
Yes I do... And you do too!!!!
Todo o que é teu... de manhã à noite e nas horas sem horas... as tuas mãos, o teu sorriso, a maneira como esticas o pescoço para o lado quando pões um disco, os teus pés (amo tanto os teus pés), a barba que me arranha, como andas descalço em todo lado, como olhas as coisas... como ris como um menino, como contas histórias, como contas a vida, amo o teu beijo, a tua música e vou amar entrar no mar contigo... eterno como tu!
terça-feira, 20 de julho de 2010
É de uma pessoa se apaixonar!
Que voz de sussurro bom... melhor só a voz meia adormecida da minha metade da alma...
segunda-feira, 19 de julho de 2010
Dentro de mim... dentro de ti!
Clarice Lispector
sexta-feira, 16 de julho de 2010
Pilots...
Armoured cars sail the sky
They're pink at dawn
If I lived forever, you just wouldn't be
So beautiful, as the sun
When it shines all over the world
We're pilots watching the stars
The world pre-occupied
We're pilots watching the stars
Who do we think we are?
Ice and clouds, shimmer outside
Rain just falls, at magic hour
It's just the sound of you and me
Time twitching
Murmurs of our friendly machine
We're pilots watching the stars
The world pre-occupied
We're pilots watching the stars
Who do we think we are?
(Yes, who do...)
There's just the sound
Of you and me
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RN6T3kCyoeE
They're pink at dawn
If I lived forever, you just wouldn't be
So beautiful, as the sun
When it shines all over the world
We're pilots watching the stars
The world pre-occupied
We're pilots watching the stars
Who do we think we are?
Ice and clouds, shimmer outside
Rain just falls, at magic hour
It's just the sound of you and me
Time twitching
Murmurs of our friendly machine
We're pilots watching the stars
The world pre-occupied
We're pilots watching the stars
Who do we think we are?
(Yes, who do...)
There's just the sound
Of you and me
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RN6T3kCyoeE
quinta-feira, 15 de julho de 2010
terça-feira, 13 de julho de 2010
segunda-feira, 12 de julho de 2010
"We don't love to be loved; we love to love."
The sudden bound from mournful resignation to infinite felicity seemed to upset me. Even now I am still beside myself and sometimes I tremble lest I should suddenly awaken from this dream divine.
Oh, now you are mine! At last you are mine! Soon -- in a few weeks, perhaps, my angel will sleep in my arms, will awaken in my arms, will live there.
All your thoughts at all moments, all your looks will be for me; all my thoughts, all my moments, all my looks, will be for you!
My Adele!
Victor Hugo
Tua!
domingo, 11 de julho de 2010
sábado, 10 de julho de 2010
sexta-feira, 9 de julho de 2010
Miss Carmen in the house!!!!!
Oh!!!! Yes I d0!!!!
I feel like Mickey Mouse is running down my spine!!!!
Golden!!!!
As palavras do primeiro acordar, as palavras que me fazem falta, as palavras mais belas, as mais doces,:
- Bom dia meu amor!
(porque o teu olhar e a tua voz as acompanhava!)
"Bom dia, boa tarde, boa noite amor
Bom dia, amor
Eu gosto tanto de você
Boa tarde, amor
Eu gosto tanto de você
Boa noite, amor
Eu gosto tanto de você
Dorme, dorme, meu amor
Dorme, dorme, meu amor
Mas por favor
Diga que vai sonhar comigo
Que eu também vou sonhar com você
Pois tudo que eu falo, que eu canto, que eu penso, que eu amo, que eu olho, que eu quero
Só vejo você
Mas por favor
Diga que vai sonhar comigo
Que eu também vou sonhar com você"
quinta-feira, 8 de julho de 2010
quarta-feira, 7 de julho de 2010
Para o senhor Pinóquio!
Hummm... a menina ainda se vai lembrando de umas coisas boas... cheiros, sabores, músicas... sorrisos e olhares a meio da noite... nomes falham, sensações eternas ficam tatuadas a pele e na alma!
quinta-feira, 1 de julho de 2010
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