Yeah it's that time of the year when every single blog does that retrospective about the major events of the year. As I'm not really different from everyone else, I decided to post here that memorable, historical, life changing event. I think you will all agree with me that this is, without a doubt,the best moment of 2008. Let me know, if you agree with me. Here it is.
Maybe hope is overrated or maybe it is not. I hope you can judge for yourselves. During the season of hope I wish you all a Merry Christmas. SO, MERRY Christmas!
I love films that have "meet-cutes" as someone would say. It's the awkward encounter, it's the improbability of that meeting, it's the opposing personalities and yet all comes to full circle when they are united. Some would call me naive, some romantic, some desperate. I call myself faithful.Yes, I still believe in fairy tales and happy endings. I don't know if the Italian writer is one of those films, but it has what it takes to compel me to watch it. Good actors, a great story, great soundtrack and a "meet-cute". What else can you ask for? Anyway, If you want to have a glimpse of what the film is about, you can go to the official page or watch the beautiful clip from its soundtrack that I post here. I hope you like it!
Ser coerente, mais do que agir de acordo com aquilo em que se acredita, é ser capaz de defender e mostrar que esse é o teu ponto de vista com unhas e dentes...Hoje, não fui capaz disso e sinto-me um trapo. Não fui capaz por medo...e o medo é um aliado poderoso daqueles que não se conseguem afirmar. Acho que esse é o meu grande problema. Não sei se algum dia conseguirei ultrapassar determinadas coisas...Hoje, tudo me parece ridiculamente incoerente...a começar por mim! Logo, não sou coerente, não tenho sido coerente e não sei se alguma vez serei...
I always had a thing for old songs, for old famous songs and I found this amazing version of "the shadow of your smile". I couldn't resist posting it. Sarah vaughn really gives me goosebumps. She is amazing! I hope you like it too!
The shadow of your smile When you are gone Will color all my dreams And light the dawn Look into my eyes, my love, and see All the lovely things you are to me A wistful little star Was far too high A tear drop kissed your lips and so did I Now when I remember spring All the joy that love can bring I will be remembering The shadow of your smile Now when I remember spring All the love that joy can bring I will be remembering The shadow of your smile...
That's a really good question. I know where I was and what happened, but do you? Do you know what was going on in the world? Do you know which events took place? Do you? Well, I didn't until I found this site some time ago. so, click on the link and maybe you will find out too.
"If there is anyone out there who still doubts that America is a place where all things are possible, who still wonders if the dream of our founders is alive in our time, who still questions the power of our democracy, tonight is your answer."
Well, I had a good laugh when I first listened to this.
That's why men are still in power. Unfortunately, there are lot's of Palin's everywhere who prove them right. I hope in a near future, someone proves them wrong!
Just found out this song today! I wish I could have written this lyric. It's perfect, if there's such thing as perfection!
The Nicest Thing
All I know is that you're so nice, You're the nicest thing I've seen. I wish that we could give it a go, See if we could be something.
I wish I was your favourite girl, I wish you thought I was the reason you are in the world. I wish my smile was your favourite kind of smile, I wish the way that I dressed was your favourite kind of style.
I wish you couldn't figure me out, But you always wanna know what I was about. I wish you'd hold my hand when I was upset, I wish you'd never forget the look on my face when we first met.
I wish you had a favourite beauty spot that you loved secretly, 'Cos it was on a hidden bit that nobody else could see. Basically, I wish that you loved me, I wish that you needed me, I wish that you knew when I said two sugars, actually I meant three. Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com
I wish that without me your heart would break, Yea, I wish that without me you'd be spending the rest of your nights awake. I wish that without me you couldn't eat, Yea, I wish I was the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep.
Look, All i know is that you're the nicest thing I've ever seen And I wish we could see if we could be something Yea, I wish we could see if we could be something
Li há pouco tempo no blog do Nuno Markl uma coisa curiosa. Houve alguém que, a titulo de brincadeira, criou uma petição para que se adoptasse como hino nacional uma das canções dos, agora famosos Deolinda. Houve, pelo menos, 4 mil pessoas que assinaram a petição. O que me espanta em tudo isto é a capacidade que temos em acreditarmos em tudo aquilo que nos parece correcto, mesmo que ilógico. Acredito, que esta credulidade nasça muito por culpa do contexto em que a petição surge, isto é, um contexto de descontentamento e crise. Estamos tão desesperados e revoltados que tudo aquilo que vá contra o status quo, contra o que é vigente e que parece imutável, assuma laivos de correcção, heroísmo, bravura. Um hino deve retratar um país, mas não me parece que deva retratá-lo da forma como os Deolinda o apresentam, apesar de ser verdade. A verdade é que mesmo sendo verdadeiro, há que dizer que PORTUGAL não é só desgraça, não é só Marasmo, não é só compadrio, não é só lamento...Portugal é muito mais. A portuguesa que se mantenha, pois, para o bem e para o mal, impele-nos a buscarmos algo, a lutarmos, enfim, a sonharmos! Afinal, não é de sonhos que vive o mundo? Não é assim que todas as obras nascem? Para melhor avaliarem aquilo que digo, deixo-vos aqui a letra e a música da tão já famosa canção dos Deolinda:
Movimento perpétuo
Agora sim, damos a volta a isto! Agora sim, há pernas para andar! Agora sim, eu sinto o optimismo! Vamos em frente, ninguém nos vai parar!
Agora não, que é hora do almoço... Agora não, que é hora do jantar... Agora não, que eu acho que não posso... Amanhã vou trabalhar...
Agora sim, temos a força toda! Agora sim, há fé neste querer! Agora sim, só vejo gente boa! Vamos em frente e havemos vencer!
Agora não, que me dói a barriga... Agora não, dizem que vai chover... Agora não, que joga o Benfica... e eu tenho mais que fazer...
Agora sim, cantamos com vontade! Agora sim, eu sinto a união! Agora sim, já ouço a liberdade! Vamos em frente, é esta a direcção!
Agora não, que falta um impresso... Agora não, que o meu pai não quer... Agora não, que há engarrafamentos... Vão sem mim, que eu vou lá ter...
Today I received a lovely postcard from Amsterdam with a note about a poem by Michael Ondaatje. I Liked it so much that I decided to post it here. I hope you like it.
THE CINNAMON PEELER
If I were a cinnamon peeler I would ride your bed and leave the yellow bark dust on your pillow.
Your breasts and shoulders would reek you could never walk through markets without the profession of my fingers floating over you. The blind would stumble certain of whom they approached though you might bathe under rain gutters, monsoon.
Here on the upper thigh at this smooth pasture neighbor to your hair or the crease that cuts your back. This ankle. You will be known among strangers as the cinnamon peeler's wife.
I could hardly glance at you before marriage never touch you -- your keen nosed mother, your rough brothers. I buried my hands in saffron, disguised them over smoking tar, helped the honey gatherers...
When we swam once I touched you in water and our bodies remained free, you could hold me and be blind of smell. You climbed the bank and said
this is how you touch other women the grasscutter's wife, the lime burner's daughter. And you searched your arms for the missing perfume.
and knew
what good is it to be the lime burner's daughter left with no trace as if not spoken to in an act of love as if wounded without the pleasure of scar.
You touched your belly to my hands in the dry air and said I am the cinnamon peeler's wife. Smell me.
Deixo-vos com este poema de F.P. que muito bem descreveu como encaro estas férias que se avizinham...Divirtam-se, que eu vou fazer por isso.
Liberdade
Ai que prazer Não cumprir um dever, Ter um livro para ler E não o fazer! Ler é maçada, Estudar é nada. O sol doira Sem literatura.
O rio corre, bem ou mal, Sem edição original. E a brisa, essa, De tão naturalmente matinal, Como tem tempo não tem pressa…
Livros são papéis pintados com tinta. Estudar é uma coisa em que está indistinta A distinção entre nada e coisa nenhuma.
Quanto é melhor, quando há bruma, Esperar por D. Sebastião, Quer venha ou não!
Grande é a poesia, a bondade e as danças… Mas o melhor do mundo são as crianças, Flores, música, o luar, e o sol, que peca Só quando, em vez de criar, seca.
O mais do que isto É Jesus Cristo, Que não sabia nada de finanças Nem consta que tivesse biblioteca…
That's what you get when you start acting like a teenager. That's what you get... Beware, the 1st symptom is this. Gosh. I hate when this happens.
That's what you get
No sir, well I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore. It's your turn, to take a seat we're settling the final score. And why do we like to hurt, so much?
I can't decide You have made it harder just to go on And why? All the possibilities... Well I was wrong
That's what you get when you let your heart win. Whoa! That's what you get when you let your heart win. Whoa... I drown out all my sense with the sound of its beating. And that's what you get when you let your heart win. Whoa.
I wonder, how am I supposed to feel when you're not here. 'Cause I burned every bridge I ever built when you were here. I still try... holding onto silly things, I never learn. Oh why? All the possibilities. I'm sure you've heard.
That's what you get when you let your heart win. Whoa! That's what you get when you let your heart win. Whoa.. I drown out all my sense with the sound of its beating. And that's what you get when you let your heart win. Whoa.
Pain, make your way to me. (to me) And I'll always be just so inviting. If I ever start to think straight, This heart will start a riot in me, Let's start... Start, hey!
Why do we like to hurt so much? Oh why do we like to hurt so much?
That's what you get when you let your heart win! Whoa.
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa. That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
Now I can't trust myself with anything but this, And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
Se há filme que eu goste, este é um deles. E esta é uma das cenas de que mais gosto... E sim, fiz o teste. Sim, foi este o resultado. Chamem-me o que quiserem, mas tenho de admitir sou uma lamechas de galochas. lolo Que cena de amor são? Eu já descobri...lol
Encontrei este site e resolvi experimentar...Realmente, esta Camille Belle, não me parece ser uma celebridade, o que só vem provar que eu sou única e insubstituivel..lol
Experimentem lá e vejam se existe alguém parecido com vocês.
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove Dance me to the end of love Dance me to the end of love Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon Show me slowly what I only know the limits of Dance me to the end of love Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long We're both of us beneath our love, we're both of us above Dance me to the end of love Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the children who are asking to be born Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove Dance me to the end of love Dance me to the end of love Dance me to the end of love
