... Se fôr em Italiano, soa muito melhor!...
non c'è niente di più sexy a bisbigliare in un orecchio
Tenho dito!
12 de fevereiro de 2010
Mais um ponto de viragem
«Another turning point
a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist
directs you where to go
So make the best of this test
and don't ask why
It's not a question
but a lesson learned in time
It's something unpredictable
but in the end it's right
I hope you had the time of your life
So take the photographs
and still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf
of good health and good time
Tattoos of memories
and dead skin on trial
For what it's worth
it was worth all the while
It's something unpredictable
but in the end it's right
I hope you had the time of your life»
a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist
directs you where to go
So make the best of this test
and don't ask why
It's not a question
but a lesson learned in time
It's something unpredictable
but in the end it's right
I hope you had the time of your life
So take the photographs
and still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf
of good health and good time
Tattoos of memories
and dead skin on trial
For what it's worth
it was worth all the while
It's something unpredictable
but in the end it's right
I hope you had the time of your life»
Billie Joe
10 de fevereiro de 2010
Se há coisas realmente sensuais, o sussurrar ao ouvido é uma delas. Tenho dito!
"Put your arms around me
When it gets too hot we can go outside
But for now just come here,
Let me whisper in your ear
An invitation to the dance tonight"
Madonna
Dá-me as tuas mãos
«Estendes as mãos
Como quem se despe por dentro
A pele cansada posso parar-te no tempo
Os teus dedos macios
Já devilharam pelo mundo
Correram, voaram
Empurraram-te do fundo
As mãos que te liberam
São as mesmas que te prendem
As mãos que te ameaçam
São as mãos que te defendem
E leio-te a sina, na palma da mão
Tocas-te o silêncio
Apontas-te o dedo no escuro
Cresceram-te os nervos no teu corpo inseguro
Aprendes-te sozinha
A tua missão
Esta tudo escrito na palma da mão»
Como quem se despe por dentro
A pele cansada posso parar-te no tempo
Os teus dedos macios
Já devilharam pelo mundo
Correram, voaram
Empurraram-te do fundo
As mãos que te liberam
São as mesmas que te prendem
As mãos que te ameaçam
São as mãos que te defendem
E leio-te a sina, na palma da mão
Tocas-te o silêncio
Apontas-te o dedo no escuro
Cresceram-te os nervos no teu corpo inseguro
Aprendes-te sozinha
A tua missão
Esta tudo escrito na palma da mão»
Classificados
9 de fevereiro de 2010
«Invictus»
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
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