Black Is The Colour

(The Corrs)

Black is the colour of my true loves hair
His lips are like some roses fair
He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
And I love the ground whereon he stands
I love my love and well he knows
I love the ground whereon he goes
I wish that day would soon come
When he and I can be as one

tá drurys!

vou fazer uma pesquisa pra sugestão de posts.

"I told you, I was trouble
Yeah, you know that I'm no good"

relendo Torre Negra...

"... deve-se ler pouco e reler muito. A arte da leitura é a releitura. Há poucos livros totais que nos salvam, ou que nos perdem. É preciso relê-los sempre e sempre, com obtusa pertinácia.
...
Pode-se viver para um único livro de Dostoievski. Ou uma única peça de Shakespeare. Ou um único poema não sei de quem. O mesmo livro é um na véspera e outro nodia seguinte. Pode haver um tédio na primeira leitura. Nada, porém, mais denso, mais fascinante, mais novo, mais abismal do que a releitura."

"Uma banana como merenda" - Confissões - Jornal O Globo - 15/12/1967
Nelson Rodrigues

HINO AO SONO

José Paulo Paes

sem a pequena morte

de toda noite

como sobreviver à vida

de cada dia?

S.K.

"No fim, o bem é uma ilusão. É apenas uma fábula contada pelas pessoas para agüentarem o dia-a-dia sem gritar tanto"

just thinking...

ufa!

agora parece que o povo me deu uma trela! (parece, pelo menos)

terminei a torre negra e sinto muito, qualquer comentário estragaria a sensação de ler esse épico de Stephen King!

só um então: putz grila! o cara consegue juntar faroeste com middle earth, busca belo santo graal, portais do tempo, monstro terríveis e bizarríssimos e até harry potter! caraio!

só converso direito memo com quem leu!

desculpa, mas eu vou ser obrigada a ler tudo de novo. é um ciclo, sabe? você só começa a entender o início da história depois que termina o sétimo livro. coisa de Stephen King mesmo.. heheheh

ó, mais uma novidade!

pra comemorar os dois aninhos de idade da Minoca pipoca eu fiz uma tattoo na canela! (fotos mais tarde, quando tiver cicatrizado).

e continuo procurando um irmãozinho ou irmãzinha pra ela, gentem! ajudem aí! a única exigência é que tenha olhos azuis (cisma da minha avó). quero ainda filhote e que de preferência já venha castrado. qualquer raça serve (pelo curto também é desejável. esse troço de ficar escovando pêlo de gato é foda, eu mal escovo o meu!)

enfim, a prometida resenha sobre a torre negra nao sai. não quero estragar a brincadeira de ninguém hehehehe

e, pra fechar com chave de ouro, aqui vai o desenho da tattoo, enquanto a foto não fica disponível:

ano novo, vida velha

2008 chegou e eu nem vi.

É tanto trabalho que não sobra mais tempo pra ficar de bobeira na internet, muito menos pra pensar em alguma coisa pra escrever aqui.

Prometo uma resenha assim que eu terminar a Torre Negra; perto de março, talvez.

new pet

ho ho ho

Jabba the Hutt: Second only to Santa Claus for having the most famous "ho ho ho."

Meu voto de Boas Festas

:D

viva ainda! ou quase

Aniversários + formatura da Lu + época de Natal na loja = uma peoua zumbi que nem lembra que tem blog

E agora, só pra todo mundo rir um pouco às minhas custas, uma foto bem etílica da formatura da Lu.

False Alarm

(KT Tunstall)

I'm trying to put this thing to bed
I've drugged it in its sleep
There isn't many memories
I'm comfortable to keep

This ball keeps rolling on
It's heading for the streets
Keep expecting you to send for me
The invitation never comes

Each time I turn around
There's nothing there at all
So tell me why I feel like
I'm up against a wall

But maybe it's a flase alarm
And all the answers sound the same
Just colours bleeding into one
That doesn't have a name
Maybe I can't see
Maybe it's just me

Now the curtain's coming up
The audience is still
I'm struggling to cater for
The space I'm meant to fill

And distance doesn't care

Each time I turn around
There's nothing there at all
So tell me why I feel like
I'm up against a wall

But maybe it's a flase alarm
And all the answers sound the same
Just colours bleeding into one
That doesn't have a name
Maybe I can't see
Maybe it's just me

I'm trying to put this thing to bed
I drugged it in its sleep
Remember what you said
Are you comfortable to keep it?

Mais um teste besta

Só pra passar o tempo e deixar o Lone Wolf com raivinha. hihihi

No filme Tropa de Elite:

Good News First

(RUSH)

The best we can agree on
Is it could have been worse
What happen to your old
Benevolent universe?
You know the one with stars
That revolve around you
Beaming down full of promises
To bring good news

You used to feel that way
The saddest words you could ever say
But I know you'll remember that day
And the most beautiful words I could ever say

The worst thing about it all
Is that you've never been right
And I'm still not really sure
What started that fight
But I still get this feeling
There's more trouble ahead
So never mind the bad news
Let's have the good news instead

Some would said they never fear a thing
Well I do
And I'm afraid enough for both of us
For me and you
Time, if nothing else, will do it's worst
So do me that favor
And tell me the good news first

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Tears of the Dragon

(Bruce Dickinson)
For too long now, there were secrets in my mind
For too long now, there were things I should have said
In the darkness...i was stumbling for the door
To find a reason - to find the time, the place, the hour

Waiting for the winter sun, and the cold light of day
The misty ghosts of childhood fears
The pressure is building, and I cant stay away

I throw myself into the sea
Release the wave, let it wash over me
To face the fear I once believed
The tears of the dragon, for you and for me

Where I was, I had wings that couldnt fly
Where I was, I had tears I couldnt cry
My emotions frozen in an icy lake
I couldnt feel them until the ice began to break

I have no power over this, you know Im afraid
The walls I built are crumbling
The water is moving, Im slipping away...

I throw myself into the sea
Release the wave, let it wash over me
To face the fear I once believed
The tears of the dragon, for you and for me

Slowly I awake, slowly I rise
The walls I built are crumbling
The water is moving, Im slipping away...

Peguei o livro do Harry Potter emprestado e já li.
Achei chato.