"Natal (?) II"

"Querida Clara,

Desejamos-lhe um Feliz Natal e um Bom Ano Novo,

Família Maia Gonçalves"

"Natal (?)"

Gostaria de deixar aqui os votos de um feliz Natal e de um próspero Ano Novo.
Ser-me-à difícil publicar algo aqui nos próximos dias, por isso não garanto uma actualização para breve.

Aquele cujos votos são sinceros,

José Trindade

"A Certain Romance" (not)

"Well oh they might wear classic Reeboks
Or knackered Converse
Or tracky bottoms tucked in socks
But all of that's what the point is not
The points that's there ain't no romance around there
And there's the truth that they can't see
They'd probably like to throw a punch at me
And if you could only see them, then you would agree
Agree that there ain't no romance around there

You know, oh it's a funny thing you know
We'll tell 'em if you like
We'll tell 'em all tonight
They'll never listen
Because their minds are made up
And course it's all okay to carry on that way

And over there there's broken bones
There's only music, so that there's new ring tones
And it don't take no Sherlock Holmes
To see it's a little different around here

Don't get me wrong though, there's boys in bands
And kids who like to scrap with pool cues in their hands
And just cause he's had a couple o' cans
He thinks it's alright to act like a dickhead

Don't you know, oh it's a funny thing you know
We'll tell em if you like
We'll tell em all tonight
They'll never listen
Because their minds are made up
And course it's all okay to carry on that way

But I said no!
Oh no!
Well you won't get me to go!
Not anywhere, not anywhere.
No, i won't go!
Oh no, no!

Well over there there's friends of mine
What can I say, I've known 'em for a long long time
And they might overstep the line
But i you just cannot get angry in the same way
No not in the same way
So not in the same way
Oh no, oh no no"

"Ana"

Até que enfim, Ana...

20/12/2010

"This is War"

Franz Ferdinand has been shot dead, "This is War". You had your chance, the rotten peace has come to an end. I, We, will not lose.

"Best Laid Plans"

"You don't like it in the shadows,
But you won't let me shine a light.
I would wash away your troubles,
But it seems - the more that I hold on,
The more that you let go, and I know -
You better let somebody love you,
Or find yourself on your own.

Tell me why all the best laid plans,
Fall apart in your hands,
And my good intentions never end,
The way I meant.

If we don't talk about the future,
Then should I just follow you into the dark?
Yeah and does your silence keep you cool,
While the cracks fall on my heart?

Tell me why all the best laid plans,
Fall apart in your hands,
And my good intentions never end,
The way I meant.

It seems to me some fine friends
Have watched you turn your back
It seems you only want the things
That you can't have.

Tell me why all the best laid plans,
Fall apart in your hands,
And my good intentions never end,
The way I meant."


Em "Best Laid Plans" de James Blunt

"Teus Olhos"

Olhos,
Espelho da alma, visão do ser.
Azuis de sofrer,
Claros, rotinados.
Imersos no seu próprio mar,
Fustigados pelas vagas de outros,
Afogam-se sob o ciano da maré

Esperança,
Réstia de força para acreditar,
Fé reflectida num discreto,
Mas concreto,
Verde que recusa o imaginário do abstracto.

Mas para além do espelho nítido
Que são, mostram uma turva visão
(Voluntária ou não?)
Que lhe obstrui o caminho
E torna o Azul mais negro
E o Verde mais nada.


Vais perceber estas palavras, espero que antes do Escuro, se não continuarei aqui.
Em silêncio, nada mais sobre isto direi, se a mágoa queres continuar a sentir não te vou impedir.
Cai...

"Hey You"

"Hey you, out there in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old
Can you feel me?
Hey you, standing in the aisles
With itchy feet and fading smiles
Can you feel me?
Hey you, dont help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight.

Hey you, out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone
Would you touch me?
Hey you, with you ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out
Would you touch me?
Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I'm coming home.

But it was only fantasy.
The wall was too high,
As you can see.
No matter how he tried,
He could not break free.
And the worms ate into his brain.

Hey you, out there on the road
always doing what you're told,
Can you help me?
Hey you, out there beyond the wall,
Breaking bottles in the hall,
Can you help me?
Hey you, don't tell me there's no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall."


em "Hey You" de Pink Floyd