Friday, December 29, 2006

New Year, New Life...

New Year, New Life...” ... or not really... New Year... the same old life... the same old wishes... the same old dreams... the same old hopes
Maybe it’s time to give up from Life... maybe it’s time to stop dreaming... maybe it’s time to stop wishing and hoping it to come true...
Maybe it’s time to grab life with all my strength and vindicate for right, everything fate has being refusing to concede me...
Or maybe it’s time to stop the “maybe” and start the “for sure”...

While that, that New Year begun... and maybe answers will rise...

Sunday, December 17, 2006

You Don't Know Me - Michael Bublé

You give your hand to me
Then you say hello
I can hardly speak
My heart is beating so
And anyone can tell
You think you know me well
Well, you don't know me

No, you don't know the one
Who dreams of you at night
And longs to kiss your lips
And longs to hold you tight
Oh I'm just a friend
That's all I've ever been
'Cause you don't know me

For I never knew
The art of making love
Though my heart aches
With love for you
Afraid and shy
I let my chance to go by
A chance that you might
Love me too

You give your hand to me
And then you say goodbye
I watch you walk away
Beside the lucky guy
You'll never never know
The one who loves you so
Well, you don't know me

You give your hand to me, baby
Then you say goodbye
I watch you walk away
Beside the lucky guy
No, no, you'll never ever know
The one who loves you so

Well... you don't know me

Monday, December 11, 2006

Divagação...



Olho para trás com destemor
... afinal poderei já ter ganho tudo o que tinha a ganhar...
Olho para a frente com indiferença
... afinal poderei já ter perdido tudo o que tinha a perder...
E neste confronto tudo o que fica são questões... relativizações, perguntas sem resposta, divagações insanas nas horas em que o tempo se perde... o porquê dos acontecimentos, o objectivo da vida, o propósito dos sentimentos, o quão profunda pode ser a loucura...
E nesta altura em que a vida ganha virtualidade e a realidade se torna circunstância, a única certeza que permanece é que o Hoje de certo não será tão bom como o Ontem e porém, não tão mau quanto o Amanhã...
Resta sobreviver... sobreviver em despropósito a cada dia
... afinal a covardia impede-me de desistir...