sexta-feira, 23 de novembro de 2012


Losing my religion

 
"Oh life, is bigger
It's bigger than you
And you are not me
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
Oh no I've said too much
I set it up

That's me in the corner
That's me in the spot-light
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no I've said too much
I haven't said enough

I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

Every whisper, of every waking hour
I'm choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt, lost and blinded fool, fool
Oh no I've said too much
I set it up

Consider this
Consider this, the hint of the century
Consider this the slip
That brought me to my knees, failed
What if all these fantasies come
Flailing around
Now I've said too much

I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

But that was just a dream
That was just a dream

That's me in the corner
That's me in the spot-light
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no I've said too much
I haven't said enough

I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

But that was just a dream
Try, cry, fly, try
That was just a dream
Just a dream
Just a dream, dream"

e eu que nem acho R.E.M. nada de especial

sexta-feira, 16 de novembro de 2012

Será que estamos preparados para o que aí vem?

Israel mantém a palavra e o mundo vai á roda ao mesmo tempo que a crise económica é apenas um ciclo vicioso numa sociedade movida a dinheiro construída com base na invísivel mao de deus.

Como poderia algo assim alguma vez funcionar?

quarta-feira, 7 de novembro de 2012

Desporto


Estranho as Montanhas
Que nos caminham por vales

De tudo um pouco
depreendo os males.

É como que lenhas
Comsumidas em sufoco

No comforto
do Lar:

Há a lembrança
Do corpo
Morto
A flutuar...

Enquanto a mente canta
A cantiga
Do olho torto
No Mar

É como qu'm olhar
Num piscar sentido
Mostrando o não mudar
De um contexto perdido.

E no fim não há esperança
Apenas a certeza
Final hirteza
Da nossa própria perseverança.