Batem leve, levemente...

Não era bem levemente,. Era um toc-toc-toc-toc insistente que me fez virar para trás à espera de encontrar um lavador de janelas pendurado por um gancho que me iria pedir para abrir melhor o estore ou outra coisa qualquer. Mas não, era um pássaro, não sei de que espécie, com as patitas fincadas na parede exterior e a olhar para mim com dois olhinhos curiosos esbugalhados, enquanto ia fazendo toc-toc-toc com o bico no vidro atrás de mim. Segundos depois de me ter voltado para ele, voou dali para fora, deixando-me a pensar que são pequenas coisas como esta que fazem com que os nossos lábios se curvem num sorriso.
22-04-2010
A ouvir: Dosvedanya, mio bombino, Pink Martini

Clean

Clean
The cleanest I've been
An end to the tears
And the in-between years
And the troubles
I've seen
Now that I'm clean
You know what I mean
I've broken my fall
Put an end to it all
I've changed my routine
Now I'm clean
I don't understand
What destiny's planned
I'm starting to grasp
What is in my own hands
I don't claim to know
Where my holiness goes
I just know that I like
What is starting to show
Sometimes
Clean
The cleanest I've been
An end to the tears
And the in-between years
And the troubles I've seen
Now that I'm clean
You know what I mean
I've broken my fall
Put an end to it all
I've changed my routine
Now I'm clean
As years go by
All the feelings inside
Twist and they turn
As they ride with the tide
I don't advise
And I don't criticise
I just know what I like
With my own eyes
Sometimes
Clean
The cleanest I've been
An end to the tears
And the in-between years
And the troubles I've seen
Now that I'm clean
You know what I mean
I've broken my fall
Put an end to it all
I've changed my routine
Now I'm clean
Sometimes

(Depeche Mode, lyrics by Martin Gore)

Andanças do coelho

Apesar de o tempo ser pouco e de andar a contar os minutos, o minutos contados vai ter dois irmãozinhos, um onde o coelho vai apontar baterias aos livros que anda a ler e outro para relembrar o falecido Frederico, uma peste de quatro patas a.k.a. «cão que mia» ou «gato dos infernos».
That's all, folks.

Splendor in the grass

Lido é bonito, mas ouvido... ouvido é soberbo.


I can see you're thinking baby
I've been thinking too
about the way we used to be
and how to star a new

Maybe I'm a hopeless dreamer
maybe I've got it wrong
but i'm going where the grass is green
if you like to come along

Back when I was starting out
I always wanted more
but every time I got it
I still felt just like before

Fortune is a fickle friend
I'm tired of chasing fate
and when I look into your eyes
I know you feel the same

All these years of living large
are starting to do a sin
I wont say it wasn't fun
but now it has to end

Life is moving oh so fast
I think we should take it slow
rest our heads upon the grass
and listen to it grow

Going where the hills are green
and the cars are few and far
days are full of splendor
and at night you can see the stars

Life's been moving oh so fast
I think we should take it slow
rest our heads upon the grass
and listen to it grow



Pink Martini, Splendor in the Grass

P.S.: Thanks, MJ! O CD é fenomenal