Tuesday, March 28, 2006

corpos trocados

Hoje cheguei a uma brilhante, se bem que ridícula, conclusão. A minha gata é um cão.
Por mais que isto possa parecer estranho é a única explicação lógica.
Ora vejamos: sempre que aparece alguém - ou algum ser estranho ao normal - lá em casa, bufa que nem uma parola, já que como gato não pode ladrar; depois sempre que ando dum lado para o outro segue-me; e mais incaracterístico para gatos, quando a chamo ela vem ter comigo.
Ah! E não é um cão normal... é um cão de guarda... sim, porque que ouve algum barulho ou algo vê algo a mexer bufa.

e eu que achava que era só atrasada....

Sunday, March 19, 2006

everyday away I....

I Miss You (Incubus)

To see you when I wake up
Is a gift I didn't think could be real
To know that you feel the same as I do
Is a three-fold utopian dream

You do something to me that I can't explain
So would I be out of line if I said
I miss you?

I see your picture
I smell your skin on the empty pillow next to mine
You have only been gone ten days
But already I'm wasting away
I know I'll see you again
Whether far or soon
But I need you to know that I care
And I miss you

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

Bauhaus - The Sky's Gone Out - All We Ever Wanted Was Everything








All we ever wanted was everything
All we ever got was cold
Get up, eat jelly
Sandwich bars, and barbed wire
Squash every week into a day

The sound of drums is calling
The sound of the drum has called
Flash of youth shoot out of darkness
Factorytown

Oh to be the cream
Oh to be the cream
Oh to be the cream

Monday, March 13, 2006

PJ Harvey - Is this desire?

Joseph walked on and on
The sunset went down and down
Coldness cooled their desire
And Dawn said, 'Let's build a fire'

The sun dressed the trees in green
And Joe said, 'I feel like a King'
And Dawn's neck and her feet were bare
Sweetness in her golden hair

Said, 'I'm not scared'
Turned to her and smiled
Secrets in his eyes
Sweetness of desire

Is this desire
Enough enough
To lift us higher
To lift above?

Hour-long, by hour, may we two stand
When we're dead, between these lands
The sun set behind his eyes
And Joe said, 'Is this desire?'

Is this desire
Enough enough
To lift us higher
To lift above?

Is this desire
Enough enough
Enough inside
Is this desire