* semana passada foi dor na mão; * essa semana muita dor no joelho; * desde sábado que to feito panela velha; * essa semana ainda bateram no meu carro; * mais uma pessoa que amo está prestes a ir embora, de novo, pra longe.
É, parece que a sexta-feira 13 resolveu se instalar aqui de vez.
Aguardo a bonança.
The Masterplan Oasis
Take the time to make some sense Of what you want to say And cast your words away upon the waves Sail them home with acquiesce On a ship of hope today And as they land upon the shore Tell them not to fear no more Say it loud and sing it proud Today..
And then dance if you want to dance Please brother take a chance You know they're gonna go Which way they wanna go All we know is that we don't know How it's gonna be Please brother let it be Life on the other hand won't make us understand We're all part of the masterplan
Say it loud and sing it proud Today..
I'm not saying right is wrong It's up to us to make The best of all the things that come our way Coz everything that's been has past The answer's in the looking glass There's four and twenty million doors On life's endless corridor Say it loud and sing it proud And they..
Will dance if they want to dance Please brother take a chance You know they're gonna go Which way they wanna go All we know is that we don't know How it's gonna be Please brother let it be Life on the other hand won't make you understand We're all part of the masterplan
Sábados estavamos eu, Artur, Thiago e Larissa falando sobre esse filme, cujo título também dá nome a esse post.
O filme é muito foda.
Um dos mais bonitos que eu já vi, e com uma lição de vida fuderosa.
E aí, quando rolou essa música no meio do filme (que por sinal, se encaixa perfeitamente com o filme), não deu pra segurar as lágrimas.
Mas pelo que rolou na conversa, eu não fui o único não. Digo logo.
Pra quem ainda não viu, não perca.
Tentei achar o vídeo com a parte do filme em que rola essa música, mas não consegui.
Bridge Over Troubled Water Simon & Garfunkel
When you're weary Feeling small When tears are in your eyes I will dry them all
I'm on your side When times get rough And friends just can't be found Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down
When you're down and out When you're on the street When evening falls so hard I will comfort you
I'll take your part When darkness comes And pain is all around Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down
Sail on Silver Girl, Sail on by Your time has come to shine All your dreams are on their way
See how they shine If you need a friend I'm sailing right behind Like a bridge over troubled water I will ease your mind Like a bridge over troubled water I will ease your mind
How many special people change? How many lives are living strange? Where were you while we were getting high?
Slowly walking down the hall Faster than a cannonball Where were you while we were getting high?
Someday you will find me Caught beneath the landslide In a champagne supernova in the sky Someday you will find me Caught beneath the landslide In a champagne supernova A champagne supernova in the sky
Wake up the dawn and ask her why A dreamer dreams, she never dies Wipe that tear away now from your eye
Slowly walking down the hall Faster than a cannonball Where were you while we were getting high?
Someday you will find me Caught beneath the landslide In a champagne supernova in the sky Someday you will find me Caught beneath the land slide In a champagne supernova A champagne supernova
'Cause people believe That they're gonna get away for the summer But you and I, we live and die The world's still spinning around We don't know why Why, why, why, why
How many special people change? How many lives are living strange? Where were you while we were getting high?
Slowly walking down the hall Faster than a cannonball Where were you while we were getting high?
Someday you will find me Caught beneath the landslide In a champagne supernova in the sky Someday you will find me Caught beneath the landslide In a champagne supernova A champagne supernova in the sky
'Cause people believe That they're gonna get away for the summer But you and I, we live and die The world's still spinning around We don't know why Why, why, why, why
How many special people change? How many lives are living strange? Where were you while we were getting high? We were getting high We were getting high We were getting high We were getting high We were getting high We were getting high We were getting high We were getting high We were getting high
Maguinha, antes que você comente algo, vá à bosta!!
Everybody's Changing Keane
You say you wander your own land But when I think about it I don't see how you can
You're aching, you're breaking And I can see the pain in your eyes Says, everybody's changing And I don't know why
So little time, try to understand that I'm Trying to make a move just to stay in the game I try to stay awake and remember my name But everybody's changing and I don't feel the same
You're gone from here Soon you will disappear Fading into beautiful light 'Cause everybody's changing And I don't feel right
So little time, try to understand that I'm Trying to make a move just to stay in the game I try to stay awake and remember my name But everybody's changing and I don't feel the same
Mas dizem também que o sorriso é o seu cartão de visitas e nisso sim eu acredito.
E nessas últimas semanas, uma dentista me disse que meu sorisso era lindo e uma outra mulher que nunca vi na vida veio no meu orkut pra dizer que eu tinha um sorriso encantador.
Se continuar assim, vou terminar acreditando mesmo.
É bom ouvir (ou ler) essas coisas de vez em quando, né?
Nada mais contraditório do que ser mulher... Mulher que pensa com o coração, age pela emoção e vence pelo amor. Que vive milhões de emoções nun só dia e transmite cada uma delas num único olhar.
Que cobra de si a perfeição e vive arrumando desculpas para os erros, daqueles a quem ama. Que hospeda no ventre outras almas, dá à luz e depois fica cega, diante da beleza dos filhos que gera.
Que dá as asas, ensina a voar, mas que não quer ver partir os pássaros, mesmo sabendo que eles não lhe pertencem. Que se enfeita toda e perfuma o leito, ainda que seu amor nem perceba mais tais detalhes.
Que como numa mágica transforma em luz e sorriso as dores que sente na alma, só pra ninguém notar. E ainda tem que ser forte para dar os ombros pra quem neles precise chorar.
Feliz do homem que por um dia souber, entender a Alma da Mulher!!!
Quero dizer que o voley do Mequetrefe está cada vez melhor e mais disputado.
Mas, pra que melhore ainda mais, sugiro que na próxima reunião de condomínio Mequetrefe faça algumas sugestões:
1) Cobertura da quadra; 2) Bebedouro com água gelada do lado da quadra; 3) Som, pra a gente ficar ouvindo aquela música do voley de Top Gun durante as partidas.