quinta-feira, 25 de outubro de 2007
segunda-feira, 22 de outubro de 2007
Música do (meu) momento:
"In Between"
Let me apologize to begin with
Let me apologize for what I'm about to say
But trying to be genuine was harder than it seemed
And somehow I got caught up in between
Let me apologize to begin with
Let me apologize for what I'm about to say
But trying to be someone else was harder than it seemed
And somehow I got caught up in between
Between my pride and my promise
Between my lies and how the truth gets in the way
And things I want to say to you get lost before they come
The only thing that's worse than one is none
Let me apologize to begin with
Let me apologize for what I'm about to say
But trying to regain your trust was harder than it seemed
And somehow I got caught up in between
Between my pride and my promise
Between my lies and how the truth gets in the way
The things I want to say to you get lost before they come
The only thing that's worse than one is none
The only thing that's worse than one is none
And I cannot explain to you
And anything I say or do or plan
Fear is not afraid of you
But guilt's a language you can understand
I cannot explain to you
And anything I say or do
I hope the actions speak the words they can
For my pride and my promise
For my lies and how the truth gets in the way
The things I want to say to you get lost before they come
The only thing that's worse than one is
Pride and my promise
Between my lies and how the truth gets in the way
The things I want to say to you get lost before they come
The only thing that's worse than one is none
The only thing that's worse than one is none
The only thing that's worse than one is none
A minha vida é feita de 3 momentos.
Sara
Let me apologize to begin with
Let me apologize for what I'm about to say
But trying to be genuine was harder than it seemed
And somehow I got caught up in between
Let me apologize to begin with
Let me apologize for what I'm about to say
But trying to be someone else was harder than it seemed
And somehow I got caught up in between
Between my pride and my promise
Between my lies and how the truth gets in the way
And things I want to say to you get lost before they come
The only thing that's worse than one is none
Let me apologize to begin with
Let me apologize for what I'm about to say
But trying to regain your trust was harder than it seemed
And somehow I got caught up in between
Between my pride and my promise
Between my lies and how the truth gets in the way
The things I want to say to you get lost before they come
The only thing that's worse than one is none
The only thing that's worse than one is none
And I cannot explain to you
And anything I say or do or plan
Fear is not afraid of you
But guilt's a language you can understand
I cannot explain to you
And anything I say or do
I hope the actions speak the words they can
For my pride and my promise
For my lies and how the truth gets in the way
The things I want to say to you get lost before they come
The only thing that's worse than one is
Pride and my promise
Between my lies and how the truth gets in the way
The things I want to say to you get lost before they come
The only thing that's worse than one is none
The only thing that's worse than one is none
The only thing that's worse than one is none
Linkin Park
A minha vida é feita de 3 momentos.
Sara
domingo, 21 de outubro de 2007
Obrigado!
É... Um obrigado... Aquele obrigado!
porque foram as minhas presenças ali... porque foi a voces que o dediquei!
Era só uma peça… era só a minha peça… era so a peça da morte de muitos que pensava serem meus…
Ao mais pekeno movimento, tudo s desmorona… tento ficar imóvel para não afugentar mais ninguém…
São presenças tão superficiais, são corpos tão nus de mim…
Não sei porque dói, mas continua a apertar…
Insistem, os socos no peito, de mãos desnudas e geladas. Poderia até jurar que conheço tais mãos...
E magoam…
Conheço este doer... ou será que já não o distingo no meio de tantos?
Este peso continua a ser cansaço ou é a justificação melhor que arranjo para os desculpar?
Não devia exigir... afinal as escolhas são minhas... não é?!
"A morte é uma flor"... uma qualquer... meus leais jardineiros *
porque foram as minhas presenças ali... porque foi a voces que o dediquei!
Era só uma peça… era só a minha peça… era so a peça da morte de muitos que pensava serem meus…
Ao mais pekeno movimento, tudo s desmorona… tento ficar imóvel para não afugentar mais ninguém…
São presenças tão superficiais, são corpos tão nus de mim…
Não sei porque dói, mas continua a apertar…
Insistem, os socos no peito, de mãos desnudas e geladas. Poderia até jurar que conheço tais mãos...
E magoam…
Conheço este doer... ou será que já não o distingo no meio de tantos?
Este peso continua a ser cansaço ou é a justificação melhor que arranjo para os desculpar?
Não devia exigir... afinal as escolhas são minhas... não é?!
"A morte é uma flor"... uma qualquer... meus leais jardineiros *
quarta-feira, 10 de outubro de 2007
domingo, 7 de outubro de 2007
Ganhar uma hora
Em conformidade com a legislação, a hora legal em Portugal continental:
Ano 2007: será adiantada de 60 minutos à 1 hora de tempo legal (1 hora UTC) do dia 25 de Março e atrasada de 60 minutos às 2 horas de tempo legal (1 hora UTC) do dia 28 de Outubro.
Ano 2007: será adiantada de 60 minutos à 1 hora de tempo legal (1 hora UTC) do dia 25 de Março e atrasada de 60 minutos às 2 horas de tempo legal (1 hora UTC) do dia 28 de Outubro.
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