Sempre que fecho os olhos vejo o reflexo de outra pessoa,
Sempre que me encosto a ti imagino alguém mais,
Mas sim, és tu, sou eu
Juntos, mas não sei, é ela também
Outra pessoa, qualquer
Alguém...se és tu? Não sei.
Gosto de ti mas...é?
Uso-te no dedo direito, e sinto o dever de o mostrar.
És tu, sou eu...Somos nós?
quinta-feira, 22 de julho de 2010
segunda-feira, 28 de junho de 2010
Fofoca
Já há algum tempo que me têm andado a sugerir criar um blog de fofocas...um blog verdadeiramente cor-de -rosa. Para quem me conhece, esta ideia pode até parecer absurda, mas tem o seu cabimento, porque eu, como mulher, às vezes gosto de falar de coisas insignificantes e comentar celebridades a meu belo prazer.
Por isso talvez neste Verão me associe a uma outra bogger e criemos um espaço de fofocas :P
Até la, aceito sugestões
Por isso talvez neste Verão me associe a uma outra bogger e criemos um espaço de fofocas :P
Até la, aceito sugestões
terça-feira, 8 de junho de 2010
O lado B da vida
The B side of life:
Por este lado posso fazer o que quiser com quem quiser; ao meu lado vão todos.
Gosto de ser assim, gosto de ser como sou neste lado, dos dois lados da via rápida.
Sigam ao meu lado, belo lado Bi da vida.^^~
enjoy your life, 'cas it's the only one you have
quinta-feira, 3 de junho de 2010
He looks me in the eyes and says he loves me...could it be?
He looooves romance... I love a dirty dance
He likes my touch; me?not so much
I like a Hot Fudge; he loves a good meal
I love to smash, he likes to take out the trash
Because he loves me, you know?
He likes to take me out for a walk; I like to stay in and talk
I love to make a film, while he takes me out and brings it for me
He looks at me and says he loves me, while I keep my eyes closed
He loves to hold my hand; I like to stand
In front of him and say..."Yes".
Can't he read my mind, and see I don't want those presents?
He loves to give me presents, I just want HIM present.
I love...I looks me in the eyes and says "Hold on"
I close my eyes and I let go
Men are good...
Men are good for three things:
1- Carry your stuff
2- Drain you brains out
3- Wait for you for a couple of hours
(os homens só servem para três coisas: carregar as nossas compras e afins; moerem-nos o juizo e esperarem por nós horas a fio)
Some would say sex, but they have invented something that does it for you :P
quinta-feira, 20 de maio de 2010
Can you see them?
You should know this better
Than I do (but you)
Do you? Can you see the stars
linning up just to see me?
I see black girls in white dresses
And the maids are calling them to have lunch.
I see the worst in you,
You see the best in them
(call on me, Call me)
Smoking cigars
with platform shoes
They'll never change
They will never be tamed
(call me now!)
They would like to be seduced
They woul like to be abused
They lie
Don't you see, can't you tell?
Don't let them go away,
I can see them now
White ties broken in two
Strong men are crawling too
I can see you, it's true
That's the world I live in, do you?
Than I do (but you)
Do you? Can you see the stars
linning up just to see me?
I see black girls in white dresses
And the maids are calling them to have lunch.
I see the worst in you,
You see the best in them
(call on me, Call me)
Smoking cigars
with platform shoes
They'll never change
They will never be tamed
(call me now!)
They would like to be seduced
They woul like to be abused
They lie
Don't you see, can't you tell?
Don't let them go away,
I can see them now
White ties broken in two
Strong men are crawling too
I can see you, it's true
That's the world I live in, do you?
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