Straight To You

All the towers of ivory are crumbling
And the swallows have sharpened their beaks
This is the time of our great undoing
This is the time that I'll come running
Straight to you
For I am captured
Straight to you
For I am captured
One more time

The light in our window is fading
The candle gutters on the ledge
Well now sorrow, it comes a-stealing
And I'll cry, girl, but I'll come a-running
Straight to you
For I am captured
Straight to you
For I am captured
Once again

Gone are the days of rainbows
Gone are the nights of swinging from the stars
For the sea will swallow up the mountains
And the sky will throw thunder-bolts and sparks
Straight at you
But I'll come a-running
Straight to you
But I'll come a-running
One more time

Heaven has denied us its kingdom
The saints are drunk howling at the moon
The chariots of angels are colliding
Well, I'll run, babe, but I'll come running
Straight to you
For I am captured
Straight to you
For I am captured
One more time

Hoje dói

Sleep will not come to this tired body now
Peace will not come to this lonely heart
There are some things I'll live without
But I want you to know that I need you right now
I need you tonite
I steal a kiss from her sleeping shadow moves
Cause I'll always miss her wherever she goes
And I'll always need her more than she could ever need me
I need someone to ease my mind
But sometimes a someone is so hard to find
And I'll do anything to keep her here tonite
And I'll say anything to make her feel alright
And I'll be anything to keep her here tonite
Cause I want you to stay, with me
I need you tonite
She comes to me like an angel out of time
As I play the part of a saint on my knees
There are some things I'll live without
But I want you to know that I need you right now
Suffer my desire
Suffer my desire
Suffer my desire for you

Dreaming...

When I met you in the restaurant
You could tell I was no debutante
You asked me what's my pleasure
"A movie or a measure?"
I'll have a cup of tea and tell you of my dreaming
Dreaming is free.
I don't want to live on charity
Pleasure's real or is it fantasy?
Reel to reel is living rarity
People stop and stare at me, we just walk on by
We just keep on dreaming.
Feet feet: walking a two mile.
Meet meet: meet me at the turnstile
I never met him, I'll never forget him
Dream dream: even for a little while
Dream dream: filling up an idle hour
Fade away, radiate
I sit by and watch the river flow
I sit by and watch the traffic go
Imagine something of your very own
Something you can have and hold
I'd build a road in gold just to have some dreaming
Dreaming is free

"Air Matress on the (dance) floor"

Ler como se fosse a letra da "Blood On The Dance Floor" do Michael Jackson (ou para os mais esquecidos... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-m8sdivxKhw )

Ok, é gajo para não resultar muito bem, mas são 5 da manhã, give me a break.

E tudo o que tenho a dizer é que não, não tenho um colchão no chão, muito menos insuflável, aqui não se dança a não ser quando o Bósnia marca um golo no PES ao Bale, mas sim:

- o sofá do Bósnia é a melhor cama do mundo!!!

Porque vem com toda a amizade que podia existir e mais alguma. E há gestos, como um simples ceder do sofá, que não podem ser olvidados e merecem toda a nossa gratidão. Pelas noites em que já não consigo ir para casa pelos mais variados motivos (queimas e saídas), pelas horas queimadas em conversa e pelas tristes figuras em jogos de "eye toy". Fica a minha homenagem ao meu caro companheiro.

















(e ao sofá claro....)

Saudades...

... de uma caça à trovoada...

Porque nem só de música vive um homem

Um dos filmes mais brilhantes de sempre, que eu (mais uma vez) tive a sorte de ver com um olho aberto e outro fechado nas noites da RTP2 há muitos anos.

Se fosse desta forma, tinha dormido mais, mas não tinha apreciado devidamente esta pérola. Procurem, não vão arrepender-se :)

Das coisas que mais ouço

E costuma chegar.

Eu sei, parece estranho

Mas não é.
Já sei, já sei, "uuuhh música clássica".
Não, é mais do que isso.
Proponho uma viagem.
Percam os preconceitos uns 8 minutos.
Fiquem sozinhos. Ponham os headphones, ou liguem as colunas bem alto.
Fechem os olhos.
Boa viagem :)

Damn, i miss you...

........ e o pior é que sabes disso....

Long afloat on shipless oceans
I did all my best to smile
'til your singing eyes and fingers
Drew me loving to your isle
And you sang
Sail to me
Sail to me
Let me enfold you
Here I am
Here I am
Waiting to hold you

Did I dream you dreamed about me?
Were you hare when I was fox?
Now my foolish boat is leaning
Broken lovelorn on your rocks,
For you sing, 'touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrow:
Oh my heart, oh my heart shies from the sorrow

I am puzzled as the newborn child
I am troubled at the tide:
Should I stand amid the breakers?
Should I lie with death my bride?
Hear me sing, 'swim to me, swim to me, let me enfold you:
Here I am, here I am, waiting to hold you

Hoje foi um bom dia

Hoje deparei-me do nada a cantarolar uma cançoneta que ouvi pela primeira vez há muitos anos atrás. Coloco-a como partilha, sem nada de subliminar ou transcendental. Vale pela canção. Vale pelo que significa para mim. Vale pelo que me faz sentir. Vale a pena ouvir.

Hoje vou por aí

Outras frases Nicola.

Demasiado tempo à noite

You're the night, Lilah
A little girl lost in the woods
You're a folktale
The unexplainable
You're a bedtime story
The one that keeps the curtains closed
I hope you're waiting for me
Cause I can't make it on my own
I can't make it on my own

It's too dark to see the landmarks
And I don't want your good luck charms
I hope you're waiting for me
Across your carpet of stars
You're the night, Lilah
You're everything that we can't see
Lilah
You're the possibility

You're the bedtime story
The one that keeps the curtains closed
And I hope you're waiting for me
Cause I can't make it on my own
I can't make it on my own


Unknown the unlit world of old
You're the sounds I've never heard before
Off the map where the wild things grow
Another world outside my door
Here I stand I'm all alone
Driving down the pitch black road
Lilah you're my only home
And I can't make it on my own

You're a bedtime story
The one that keeps the curtains closed
I hope you're waiting for me
Cause I can't make it on my own
I can't make it on my own

Do que de melhor se faz no nosso cantinho

We fabricate the concepts but fundamentally fail to connect
We find awkward our true feelings and give them shapes more “politically correct”
Like when you are bored of me and you won´t take another night
Becomes “we are not communicating, something isn´t right”
Well, it is, that is just the way things are
The end of love sometimes find us sobbing in the car

I have always been a mama’s boy, i can´t cook a meal to save me
With the clothes, i don´t know what is what and my algebra betrays me
When it´s time to add up to the month’s expenses
When it came to money you were always the one wearing the pants here
And my hands, though economically trained, money tends to disappear
But the piles of CDs grows proportionately
Same with the books on the shelves, placed like we like them, carelessly

Girl, sometimes you’re a drag, but i see now how sometimes you can´t surrender
Yes, it was me, some friends, including that girl that you don´t like to remember
We had fun, we caugth the sundown at the pier
Later we went out and by then the talking made it clear
I as wrong, i might have induce a mistake
But there was nothing we could do, it was too late

I´m growing old, they tell me that my belly´s getting fat
It´s good to hear you say you don´t see it all like that
I too think that my belly is just fine
There´s something wrong with these times, people waste way too much time
Pumping iron or running ‘round in gyms
Trying desperately to keep young, to be beautiful and thin

I follow the directions as they come, i don´t do that to annoy ya
And you see today how it was then for me, since now you too have myopia
It´s not easy to wake up and see a blur
And i know that you were mad, but these things they may occur
I was careful, i just didn´t see the cow
It just broke one of it´s horns anyhow
Plus who’d think of leaving that thing on the floor?...
My arguing annoys you even more
Still we end up making love because when love & cows are mentioned
That thing we know inside our minds grabs all of our attention
And our minds and bodies just sensually click
I fall between your boobs and you on my dick