não querendo desluzir mas aquietar esta sexta feira

...e eu deixo-me levar

por músicas ao primeiro som. Não sei o que elas têm nos seus acordes, melodias que me põem um sorriso profundo, daqueles que se sentem no estômago. Fazem-me ganhar o dia.

não conheço outra forma

o espírito do dia

I don't want to say that little word again
I don't want to hear it spoken
I don't need another chance
To tumble down again through clouds
To get that word out of my head
Strange thing called love
I don't want to say it's normal
I don't want to say it's so rare
Don't want to think that has happened
Then find out it was never there
Don't want to go and then surrender
To the strange thing called love
Strange thing called love
Don't want to go and then surrender
Lose my hold on the side of the boat
Don't want to find-out I can't float
In a strange thing called love
Called love

gelo para os hematomas da cabeça

It takes a lot to know a man It takes a lot to understand The warrior, the sage The little boy enraged It takes a lot to know a woman A lot to understand what's humming The honeybee, the sting The little girl with wings It takes a lot to give, to ask for help To be yourself, to know and love what you live with It takes a lot to breathe, to touch, to feel The slow reveal of what another body needs It takes a lot to know a man A lot to know, to understand The father and the son The hunter and the gun It takes a lot to know a woman A lot to comprehend what's coming The mother and the child The muse and the beguiled It takes a lot to give, to ask for help To be yourself, to know and love what you live with It takes a lot to breathe, to touch, to feel The slow reveal of what another body needs It takes a lot to give, to ask for help To be yourself, to know and love what you live with It takes a lot to breathe, to touch, to feel The slow reveal of what another body needs It takes a lot to live, to ask for help To be yourself, to know and love what you live with It takes a lot to breathe, to touch, to feel The slow reveal of what another body needs What are you so afraid to lose? What is it you're thinking that will happen if you do? What are you so afraid to lose? (You wrote me to tell me you're nervous and you're sorry) What is it you're thinking that will happen if you do? (Crying like a baby saying "this thing is killing me") What are you so afraid to lose? (You wrote me to tell me you're nervous and you're sorry) What is it you're thinking that will happen if you do? (Crying like a baby saying "this thing is killing me") You wrote me to tell me you're nervous and you're sorry Crying like a baby saying "this thing is killing me"

lembrando os dias inúteis

...por alguma razão o ouvido tem memória...

continua a ser quarta feira

quarta feira

hora do chá

antes das duas da tarde

There's a story in an ancient play about birds called The Birds
And it's a short story from before the world began
From a time when there was no earth, no land.
Only air and birds everywhere.

But the thing was there was no place to land.
Because there was no land.
So they just circled around and around.
Because this was before the world began.

And the sound was deafening. Songbirds were everywhere.
Billions and billions and billions of birds.

And one of these birds was a lark and one day her father died.
And this was a really big problem because what should they do with the body?
There was no place to put the body because there was no earth.

And finally the lark had a solution.
She decided to bury her father in the back if her own head.
And this was the beginning of memory.
Because before this no one could remember a thing.
They were just constantly flying in circles.
Constantly flying in huge circles.

energia