Wednesday, April 09, 2008

Vento

Estou farta deste vento!!!!
Só vento, vento, vento!!!!
Se ao menos me entrasse na cabeça para arejar as ideias....
Mas não, só serve mesmo para despentear!
Saio de casa de manhã, levo logo com uma rabanada de vento para acordar!
Agora que tenho o cabelo bem curto, chego ao hospital a parecer que saí do manicómio!
Quando vou para a cama, tenho que ouvir o barulho do vento, parece que estou num filme de terror...
Como é que as minhas plantinhas vão sobreviver????
Ainda dizem que as mulheres são complicadas... o Tempo deve estar com síndrome pré-mestrual de certeza!

Sunday, April 06, 2008

Ressaca de Domingo

Domingo....
Ressaca....
Ui....
Ver televisão é demasiado complicado para o meu cérebro neste momento.
Prefiro ver o Jeff Buckley no You Tube.
Ai , se ele ainda fosse vivo...

"Lover, You Should've Come Over"

Looking out the door i see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners
Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water
And maybe i'm too young to keep good love from going wrong
But tonight you're on my mind so you never know
When i'm broken down and hungry for your love with no way to feed it
Where are you tonight, child you know how much i need it
Too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run
Sometimes a man gets carried away, when he feels like he should be having his fun
And much too blind to see the damage he's done
Sometimes a man must awake to find that really, he has no-one
So i'll wait for you... and i'll burn
Will I ever see your sweet return
Oh will I ever learn
Oh lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late
Lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in
Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him
My body turns and yearns for a sleep that will never come
It's never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
It's never over, all my riches for her smiles when i slept so soft against her
It's never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
It's never over, she's the tear that hangs inside my soul forever
Well maybe i'm just too young
To keep good love from going wrong
Oh... lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late Well I feel too young to hold on
And i'm much too old to break free and run
Too deaf, dumb, and blind to see the damage i've done
Sweet lover, you should've come over
Oh, love well i'm waiting for you
Lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late