A ver...

Art Brut dia 21 de Abril em Leiria.

Bola

Se o Benfica é uma religião eu sou agnóstico.

Arctic Monkeys

I bet you look great on the dance floor....
Grande malha....
A ver se lá vou com o homem dos cinco pares de sapatos.

Bright Eyes . Perfect Sonnet

Lately I've been wishing I had one desire,
Something that would make me never want another,
Something that would make it so that nothing matters,
All would be clear then

But I guess I'll have to settle for a few brief moments,
And watch it all dissolve into a single second,
And try to write it down into a perfect sonnet,
Or one foolish line

'Cause that's all that you'll get,
So you'll have to accept,
You are here ,
Then you're gone

I believe that lovers should be tied together,
Thrown into the ocean in the worst of weather,
Left there to drown,
Left there to drown in their innocence

But as for me I'm coming to the final chapter,
I've read all of the pages and there's still no answer,
The only words before I know will soon come after,
It’s the only way it can be.

So I stand in the sun,
And I breathe with my lungs,
Trying to spare me the weight of the truth,

Seeing everything you've ever seen was just a mirror,
Spend your whole life sweating in an endless fever,
Laying in a bathtub full of freezing water,
Wishing you were a ghost

But once you knew a girl and you named her Lover,
And danced with her in kitchens through the greenest summers
But autumn came,
She disappeared,
You can't remember
Where she said she was going to

But you know that she's gone,
Because she left you a song,
That you don't wanna sing

Singing: I believe that lovers should be chained together,
Thrown into a fire with their songs and letters,
And left there to burn,
Left there to burn in their arrogance

But as for me I'm coming to my final failure,
I've killed myself with changes trying to make things better,
But still ended up becoming something other,
Than what I had planned to be

All right!

Now I believe that lovers should be draped in flowers,
And laid entwined together on a bed of clovers,
And left there to sleep,
Left there to dream of their happiness.

Olegário Bemquerença

FILHO DA PUTA...

Matchpoint

Grande, grande filme.
Um filme sobre a sorte, cínico e intenso.
Um filme de Woody Allen que não parece.

Bricolagem

Nos últimos tempos tenho desenvolvido as minhas capacidades de bricolagem. Betumei, lixei, pintei, fiz trabalho de marceneiro, canalizador e electrecista. É bom...

This widget has successfully logged in! Replace this text with your
first post.




You can use ⌘-B and ⌘-I to make text bold and
italic.


O meu primeiro post com o Widget do blogger para o dashboard do meu powerbook.
Assim vai ser mais fácil postar. ;)