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Dois segundos e uma música

Segundo Jean-Paul Sartre " A felicidade não está em fazer o que a gente quer e sim em querer o que a gente faz".

Segundo Pablo Aimar "Uma equipa grande tem de jogar sempre para ganhar".

Bom fim-de-semana.

Bronze à pedreiro

É o que acontece quando se trabalha ao sol e não se pode tirar a t-shirt.

bubble bath

Ao vivo na biblioteca marquesa de alorna em Almeirim.

Raquel

Quem diria,
Que um dia,
Voltava a ver raquel,
Fiquei parado e pouco lhe falei.
Há quanto tempo não te via,
Julguei até já ter estancado a hemorragia,
Mas ao que vejo o tempo não passou,
Como era bom,
Contar-te o que eu sentia,
Mas vejo que a conversa vai ficar p'ra outro dia,
Por hora só me sai:
Raquel.

Julia

Half of what I say is meaningless
But I say it just to reach you,
Julia

Julia, Julia, oceanchild, calls me
So I sing a song of love, Julia
Julia, seashell eyes, windy smile, calls me
So I sing a song of love, Julia

Her hair of floating sky is shimmering, glimmering,
In the sun

Julia, Julia, morning moon, touch me
So I sing a song of love, Julia

When I cannot sing my heart
I can only speak my mind, Julia

Julia, sleeping sand, silent cloud, touch me
So I sing a song of love, Julia
Hum hum hum...calls me
So I sing a song of love for Julia, Julia, Julia

Rita

A rita levou meu sorriso
No sorriso dela, meu assunto
Levou junto com ela o que me é de direito
Arrancou-me do peito e tem mais:
Levou seu retrato, seu prato,
Seu trapo, que papel!
Uma imagem de são francisco
E um bom disco de noel

A rita matou nosso amor de vingança
Nem herança deixou
Não levou um tostão porque não tinha não
Mas causou perdas e danos

Levou os meus planos, meus pobres enganos
Os meus vinte anos, o meu coração
E além de tudo me deixou mudo o violão

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Ah, que esse cara tem me consumido
A mim e a tudo que eu quis
Com seus olhinhos infantis
Como os olhos de um bandido

Ele está na minha vida porque quer
Eu estou pra o que der e vier
Ele chega ao anoitecer
Quando vem a madrugada, ele some

Ele é quem quer
Ele é o homem
Eu sou apenas uma mulher

Marta

Operator, number, please:
Its been so many years
Will she remember my old voice
While I fight the tears?
Hello, hello there, is this martha?
This is old tom frost,
And I am calling long distance,
Dont worry bout the cost.
cause its been forty years or more,
Now martha please recall,
Meet me out for coffee,
Where well talk about it all.

And those were the days of roses,
Poetry and prose and martha
All I had was you and all you had was me.
There was no tomorrows,
Wed packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for a rainy day.

And I feel so much older now,
And youre much older too,
Hows your husband?
And hows the kids?
You know that I got married too?
Lucky that you found someone
To make you feel secure,
cause we were all so young and foolish,
Now we are mature.

And those were the days of roses,
Poetry and prose and martha
All I had was you and all you had was me.
There was no tomorrows,
Wed packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for a rainy day.

And I was always so impulsive,
I guess that I still am,
And all that really mattered then
Was that I was a man.
I guess that our being together
Was never meant to be.
And martha, martha,
I love you cant you see?

And those were the days of roses,
Poetry and prose and martha
All I had was you and all you had was me.
There was no tomorrows,
Wed packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for a rainy day.

And I remember quiet evenings
Trembling close to you...

Susana

Suzanne takes you down to
her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her
And you know that she's half crazy
But that's why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her
That you have no love to give her
Then she gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer
That you've always been her lover
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you've touched her perfect body
with your mind.

And Jesus was a sailor
When he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said "All men will be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them"
But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
And you want to travel with him
And you want to travel blind
And you think maybe you'll trust him
For he's touched your perfect body
with his mind.

Now Suzanne takes your hand
And she leads you to the river
She is wearing rags and feathers
From Salvation Army counters
And the sun pours down like honey
On our lady of the harbour
And she shows you where to look
Among the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed
There are children in the morning
They are leaning out for love
And they will lean that way forever
While Suzanne holds the mirror
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that you can trust her
For she's touched your perfect body
with her mind.