quinta-feira, 31 de janeiro de 2008
Se fosse so assim era facil facil =)!
paixão, s.f. tendência dominante, ou mesmo dominadora e geralmente exclusiva, que exerce, de modo mais ou menos constante, acção directora sobre a conduta e o pensamento, orientando os juízos de valor e impedindo o exercício de uma lógica imparcial; sentimento profundo; grande predilecção; afecto violento; amor ardente; o objecto desse amor; grande desgosto; parcialidade; tendência exaltada, exclusiva, absorvente e duradoira; martírio de Cristo; parte do Evangelho onde se descreve o martírio de Cristo (nas duas últimas acepções grafa-se com inicial maiúscula); (mús.) composição musical cujo motivo é o martírio de Cristo. (Do lat. passiõne-, «sofrimento»).
sábado, 26 de janeiro de 2008
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Queria dizer-te alguma coisa, não sei bem o quê, mas queria falar contigo...mas tu já dormes! sei que hoje já não vou falar contigo...sei que hoje já não vou estar contigo...mas continuo a pensar em ti =)!
quarta-feira, 23 de janeiro de 2008
domingo, 13 de janeiro de 2008
quarta-feira, 9 de janeiro de 2008
terça-feira, 8 de janeiro de 2008
Musica do dia...Black
Hey... oooh...
Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me as her body once did.
All five horizons revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn
Ooh, and all I taught her was everything
Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything.
Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...
I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear?
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head
I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning
How quick the sun can drop away
And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything?
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...
All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll be... yeah...
Uh huh... uh huh... ooh...
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life,
I know you'll be a sun in somebody else's sky, but why
Why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine
Aah... uuh..
Too doo doo too, too doo doo
Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me as her body once did.
All five horizons revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn
Ooh, and all I taught her was everything
Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything.
Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...
I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear?
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head
I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning
How quick the sun can drop away
And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything?
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...
All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll be... yeah...
Uh huh... uh huh... ooh...
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life,
I know you'll be a sun in somebody else's sky, but why
Why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine
Aah... uuh..
Too doo doo too, too doo doo
sábado, 5 de janeiro de 2008
Coisas da vida
Porque é que eu uso máquina eléctrica de barbear e não uso simplesmente uma lâmina manual?
Simples...como as coisas andam, o mais certo era não resistir a tentação de cortar a garganta para não ir trabalhar!
Simples...como as coisas andam, o mais certo era não resistir a tentação de cortar a garganta para não ir trabalhar!
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