Que sabor de gelado seria eu?

Adeus

Bem...Antes de mais quero pedir desculpas àqueles que seguiram atentamente este blog, por não aparecer aqui há muito...

Quero informar que era suposto fechar isto definitivamente, mas decidi não fazê-lo...No entanto, não voltarei a escrever neste blog...Estou a criar um site para mim onde terei um blog também e, quando estiver criado, deixarei aqui a morada...entretanto, gostava de agradecer a todos aqueles que me "ouviram" durante este tempo todo:)

Obrigada* beijinhos

Nada sei

Não sei como escrever o que sinto. É como se as palavras me saissem pelas pontas dos dedos e escorressem até à caneta, sem fazerem sentido. É como se todas as letras viessem trocadas e o sentido retorcido dos sentidos se tornasse normal...

How can the darkness feel so wrong?...

Evanescence - Your Star

I can't see your star
I can't see your star
though I patiently waited, bedside, for the death of today
I can't see your star
the mechanical lights of Lisbon frightened it away

And I'm alone now
me and all I stood for
we're wandering now
all in parts in pieces, swim lonely
find your own way out

I can't see your star
I can't see your star
How can the darkness feel so wrong?

And I'm alone now
me and all I stood for
we're wandering now
all in parts in pieces, swim lonely
find your own way out

So far away
it's growing colder without your love
why can't you feel me calling your name?
can't break the silence
it's breaking me

All my fears turn to rage

And I'm alone now
me and all I stood for
we're wandering now
all in parts and pieces, swim lonely
find your own way out

I'm alone now
Nothing worth fighting for
we're wandering now
all in parts and pieces, swim lonely
find your own way out...


The first chapter of 2007 in my blog, had to be with this music... 

Believe me...Nothing is trivial!

A building gets torched. All that is left is ashes. I used to think that it is true about everything — families, friends, feelings — but now I know that sometimes, if love proves real, and two people are meant to be together, nothing can keep them apart.

If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn. People die. But real love is forever.

People once believed that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes, something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul can't rest. Then sometimes, just sometimes, the crow can bring that soul back to put the wrong things right.

Little things used to mean so much to Shelly. I used to think they were kind of trivial... believe me, nothing is trivial.

It's Over!...

Who Knew?

(...)

I'll keep you locked in my head
Until we meet again
Until we, until we meet again
And I won't forget you
What happened?

If someone said: "Three years from now
You'd be long gone."
I'd stand up and punch them out
'Cause they're all wrong
And that last kiss I'll cherish
Until we meet again
And time makes it harder
I wish I could remember
But I keep your memory
You visit me in my sleep
My darling, who knew?
My darling, my darling
Who knew?
My darling, I miss you
My darling, who knew?

Who knew?

(somewhere on the radio....)

Mário Cesariny

1923 - 2006

Ao longo da muralha que habitamos
Há palavras de vida, há palavras de morte
Há palavras imensas, que esperam por nós
E outras frágeis, que deixaram de esperar
Há palavras acesas como barcos
E há palavras homens, palavras que guardam
O seu segredo e a sua posição.

Entre nós e as palavras, surdamente,
As mãos e as paredes de Elsenor.

E há palavras e nocturnas palavras, gemidos.
Palavras que nos sobem ilegíveis à boca
Palavras diamantes, palavras nunca escritas
Palavras impossíveis de escrever
Por não termos connosco cordas de violinos ,
Nem todo o sangue do mundo nem todo o amplexo do ar.
E os braços dos amantes escrevem muito alto
Muito além da azul onde oxidados morrem.
Palavras maternais só sombra só soluço
Só espasmos só amor só solidão desfeita

Entre nós e as palavras, os emparedados
E entre nós e as palavras, o nosso dever falar.