sexta-feira, 16 de março de 2012
segunda-feira, 5 de março de 2012
Do not stand at my grave....
"Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle automn rain
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle automn rain
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die. "
Mary Elizabeth Frye
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die. "
Mary Elizabeth Frye
terça-feira, 28 de fevereiro de 2012
sexta-feira, 24 de fevereiro de 2012
quarta-feira, 22 de fevereiro de 2012
quinta-feira, 16 de fevereiro de 2012
Cães da minha vida
"Cães não precisam de carros luxuosos, casas grandes ou de roupas chiques. Água e alimentos já são o suficiente. Um cão não liga se tu és rico ou pobre. Esperto ou não. Inteligente ou não. Dá-lhe o teu coração e ele te dará o dele. De quantas pessoas podemos dizer o mesmo?
Quantas pessoas te fazem sentir raro, puros e especiais? Quantas pessoas nos faz sentir...extraordinários?" - Marley e Eu
Quantas pessoas te fazem sentir raro, puros e especiais? Quantas pessoas nos faz sentir...extraordinários?" - Marley e Eu
Não postei uma fotografia de todos os que conheci, de todos os que fazem ou fizeram parte da minha vida... mas aqui estão...alguns dos meus amigos de 4 patas.
sexta-feira, 27 de janeiro de 2012
tell me that you'll open your eyes...
..."Get up, get out, get away from these liars
'Cause they don't get your soul or your fire
Take my hand, knot your fingers through mine
And we'll walk from this dark room for the last time
Every minute from this minute now
We can do what we like anywhere
I want so much to open your eyes
'Cause I need you to look into mine
Tell me that you'll open your eyes
All this feels strange and untrue
And I won't waste a minute without you......
'Cause they don't get your soul or your fire
Take my hand, knot your fingers through mine
And we'll walk from this dark room for the last time
Every minute from this minute now
We can do what we like anywhere
I want so much to open your eyes
'Cause I need you to look into mine
Tell me that you'll open your eyes
All this feels strange and untrue
And I won't waste a minute without you......
segunda-feira, 9 de janeiro de 2012
terça-feira, 4 de outubro de 2011
In the End
One thing I don't know why
It doesn’t even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind, I designed this rhyme
To explain in due time
All I know
time is a valuable thing
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
Watch it count down to the end of the day
The clock ticks life away
It’s so unreal
Didn’t look out below
Watch the time go right out the window
Trying to hold on but didn’t even know
Wasted it all just to
Watch you go
I kept everything inside and even though I tried, it all fell apart
What it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when I tried so hard
It doesn’t even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind, I designed this rhyme
To explain in due time
All I know
time is a valuable thing
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
Watch it count down to the end of the day
The clock ticks life away
It’s so unreal
Didn’t look out below
Watch the time go right out the window
Trying to hold on but didn’t even know
Wasted it all just to
Watch you go
I kept everything inside and even though I tried, it all fell apart
What it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when I tried so hard
Homem do Leme
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...E mais que uma onda, mais que uma maré... Tentaram prendê-lo, impor-lhe uma fé... Mas, vogando à vontade, rompendo a saudade, vai quem já nada teme, vai o homem do leme... |
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| No fundo horizonte sopra o murmúrio para onde vai. No fundo do tempo foge o futuro, é tarde demais... |
E uma vontade de rir nasce do fundo do ser.
E uma vontade de ir, correr o mundo e partir,
a vida é sempre a perder...
E uma vontade de ir, correr o mundo e partir,
a vida é sempre a perder...
O homem do Leme
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