2007/06/29
2007/06/28
Peças Soltas (do quotidiano)...
1 - Sabemos que, mesmo depois de anos de convivência, não estamos integrados, quando os colegas vão almoçar juntos e nem sequer perguntam se queremos ir também.
2 - Uma das piores coisas que pode acontecer no local de trabalho, é ser apanhado no meio de uma "guerra" em que, aparentemente, todos têm razões válidas para interferir e opinar sobre algo, mas que não se lembram que esse algo é função de um terceiro, mas cuja existência é, na maioria dos casos ignorada.
3 - Uma dor de cabeça repentina pode ser a "cereja no bolo" de um dia assim, aqueles dias em que o sol nasce radioso e termina com chuva torrencial sem guarda-chuva.
4 - Com um panorama assim, cada vez mais é preciso agarrar com unhas e dentes e o que mais houver, a ideia que de "sonhar é preciso". Sonhar muito, desesperadamente até, para manter alguma sanidade mental e não perder de vista a linha do horizonte do que realmente nos faz bem à alma.
2007/06/27
2007/06/26
2007/06/22
They never knew it, and yet, none the less,
They loved the way it moved, its suppleness,
its neck, its very gaze, mild and serene.
Not there, because they loved it,
it behaved as though it were.
They always left some space.
And in that clear unpeopled space they
saved it lightly reared its head,
with scarce a trace of not being there.
They fed it, not with corn, but only with
the possibility of being.
And that was able to confer such strength,
its brow put forth a horn. One horn.
Whitely it stole up to a maid—
to be within the silver mirror and in her.
2007/06/21
I can't believe it's over
I watched the whole thing fall
And I never saw the writing that was on the wall
If I'd only knew
The days were slipping past
That the good things never last
That you were crying
Summer turned to winter
And the snow it turned to rain
And the rain turned into tears upon your face
I hardly recognized the girl you are today
And god I hope it's not too late
It's not too late
'Cause you are not alone
I'm always there with you
And we'll get lost together
Till the light comes pouring through
'Cause when you feel like you're done
And the darkness has won
Babe, you're not lost
When your worlds crashing down
And you can't bear the thought
I said, babe, you're not lost
Life can show no mercy
It can tear your soul apart
It can make you feel like you've gone crazy
But you're not
Things have seem to changed
There's one thing that's still the same
In my heart you have remained
And we can fly fly fly away
'Cause you are not alone
And I am there with you
And we'll get lost together
Till the light comes pouring through
'Cause when you feel like you're done
And the darkness has won
Babe, you're not lost
When the worlds crashing down
And you can not bear to crawl
I said, baby, you're not lost
I said, baby, you're not lost
I said, baby, you're not lost
I said, baby, you're not lost
2007/06/19
É claro que por vezes, quando menos esperamos, há alguns pequenos sonhos que lutam contra as probabilidades e se tornam reais... talvez porque, num momento ou outro, passaram a ser partilhados...
