sexta-feira, 28 de outubro de 2011
quarta-feira, 26 de outubro de 2011
Bridget Jones's Diary
Bridget: What is your problem?
Mark: My problem?
Bridget: Yes. You give the impression of being all moral and noble, and normal, and helpful in the kitchen, but you're just as bad as the rest of them.
Mark: Well, I can see that I've been laboring under a misapprehension. A very,very foolish mistake. Forgive me.
Mark: My problem?
Bridget: Yes. You give the impression of being all moral and noble, and normal, and helpful in the kitchen, but you're just as bad as the rest of them.
Mark: Well, I can see that I've been laboring under a misapprehension. A very,very foolish mistake. Forgive me.
segunda-feira, 24 de outubro de 2011
domingo, 23 de outubro de 2011
terça-feira, 18 de outubro de 2011
Descaso
A capacidade de não se importar. Ou então não se importar tanto. Mesmo assim continua sendo a falta ou a inexistência. O descaso nunca diz que é descaso. Ele nunca diz nada, mas traz tanto. E por mais que irrite, magoe e desencadeie coisas piores, ninguém consegue admitir o descaso ou confessar que sente as suas pontadas.
domingo, 16 de outubro de 2011
Just another old (and cherished) memorie
" You can read them, but they aren't complete yet. I try my best not to put you in every single one of them, and obviously I'm not successful."
quinta-feira, 13 de outubro de 2011
Somewhere Only We Know
I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete
Oh! Simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place, we used to love
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of
And If you have a minute why don't we go
Talking about that somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
Somewhere only we know?
Keane
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