In a Manner of speaking
I just want to say
That I could never forget the way
You told me everything
By saying nothing
In a manner of speaking
I don't understand
How love in silence becomes reprimand
But the way that i feel about you
Is beyond words
Oh give me the words
Give me the words
That tell me nothing
Ohohohoh give me the words
Give me the words
That tell me everything
In a manner of speaking
Semantics won't do
In this life that we live we only make do
And the way that we feel
Might have to be sacrificed
So in a manner of speaking
I just want to say
That just like you I should find a way
To tell you everything
By saying nothing.
Oh give me the words
Give me the words
That tell me nothing
Ohohohoh give me the words
Give me the words
That tell me everything
Oh give me the words
Give me the words
That tell me nothing
Ohohohoh give me the words
Give me the words
That tell me everything
terça-feira, 22 de janeiro de 2008
When the routine bites hard/And ambitions are low/And the resentment rides high/But emotions wont grow/And were changing our ways,/Taking different roads/Then love, love will tear us apart again/Why is the bedroom so cold/Turned away on your side?/ Is my timing that flawed,/Our respect run so dry? /Yet theres still this appeal/That weve kept through our lives/Love, love will tear us apart again/Do you cry out in your sleep/All my failings expose? /Get a taste in my mouth/As desperation takes hold/Is it something so good/Just cant function no more?/ When love, love will tear us apart again
terça-feira, 4 de dezembro de 2007
sábado, 17 de fevereiro de 2007
...senti um arrepio...
...quando vi que que não há volta atrás.
por isso, apeteceu-me gritar:
Mmmm what do you say,
Mmmm that you only meant well?
well of course you did
Mmmm what do you say,
Mmmm that's all for the best?
ah of course it is
Mmmm what do you say?
Mmmm that it's just what we need
you decided this
Mmmm what do you say?
Mmmm what did she say?
e depois dizer baixinho:
ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut outs
speak no feeling
no I don't believe you
you don't care a bit,
ou don't care a bit
por isso, apeteceu-me gritar:
Mmmm what do you say,
Mmmm that you only meant well?
well of course you did
Mmmm what do you say,
Mmmm that's all for the best?
ah of course it is
Mmmm what do you say?
Mmmm that it's just what we need
you decided this
Mmmm what do you say?
Mmmm what did she say?
e depois dizer baixinho:
ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut outs
speak no feeling
no I don't believe you
you don't care a bit,
ou don't care a bit
sábado, 30 de dezembro de 2006
...as palavras parecem sempre melhores quando estão longe...os gestos parecem sempre menos feios quando estão distantes...as pessoas parecem sempre menos crueis quando se afastam...longe no tempo e no espaço, é mais fácil sonhar com algodão doce e chupa-chupas de morango...
e viver continua a ser a contínua mescla de (actual) presente e de presente-passado, uma mistura do real com o que se gostaria tanto que tivesse sido, nem que seja para sentir que não se foi tão infeliz assim...
e viver continua a ser a contínua mescla de (actual) presente e de presente-passado, uma mistura do real com o que se gostaria tanto que tivesse sido, nem que seja para sentir que não se foi tão infeliz assim...
terça-feira, 26 de dezembro de 2006
dois pontos:

Era uma vez
um estranho amor entre
dois pontos divergentes
e iguais
dois pontos de vista,
prontos brilhando no céu
uma história de dois pontos
quem a conta sou eu.
dois pontos inseparáveis, cosidos a um botão
dois pontos reticentes
dois pontos diferentes
pontos de exclamação!!
cozendo em lume brando
cozendo em lume brando
aquecendo um coração
pontos que se foram afastando
deixaram de ser pontuação...
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