Folia nos ilumina

e no fim de tudo
o princípio...

a folia começou antes de ter começado

e continua... sempre... cá dentro... muito cá dentro...

nunca sabemos o que fazemos nos outros...

os outros nunca saberão o que fazem em nós...



dá-me vontade de chorar de tanta alegria... de tanta folia!!

obrigada a todos

"morre e devém!" sempre!


(video: sr. major gaiteiro do pijama laranja curto)

green gloves

parece-me que ando sempre à procura de um papel que não é o meu...

de uma vida que não é a minha...

de uma cama em que reclinar

de uma pele que não seja esta...

resta sempre o sabor de uma música de embalar o sangue

(esse sim meu! sempre quente quente)

e refazer-me a cada instante.... como se a cada minuto já não fosse eu...




the national, green gloves



http://sophiarui.blogspot.com/2007/09/falling-out-of-touch-with-all-my.html

Amélie Poulain

as estórias de amor aparecem sempre como um filme mudo...

...com piano ao fundo...

unravel

While you are away
My heart comes undone
Slowly unravels
In a ball of yarn
The devil collects it
With a grin
Our love
In a ball of yarn

He'll never return it

So when you come back
We'll have to make new love

He'll never return it

When you come back
We'll have to make new love

While you are away
My heart comes undone
Slowly unravels
In a ball of yarn
The devil collects it
With a grin
Our love, our love,
In a ball of yarn

He'll never return it

When you come back
We'll have to make new love

He'll never return it

When you come back
We'll have to make new love

He'll never return it

When you come back
We'll have to make new love

bjork

The Dull Flame of Desire

Björk :
I love your eyes, my dear
Their splendid, sparkling fire

Antony :
When suddenly you raise them so
To cast a swift embracing glance

Björk :
Like lightning flashing in the sky
But there's a charm that is greater still

Antony :
When my love's eyes are lowered
When all is fired by passion's kiss

Björk :
And through the downcast lashes
I see the dull flame of desire

Antony :
And through the downcast lashes
I see the dull flame of desire

Björk :
I love your eyes, my dear
Their splendid, sparkling fire
When suddenly you raise them so
To cast a swift embracing glance

Like lightning flashing in the sky
But there's a charm that is greater still
When my love's eyes are lowered
When all is fired by passion's kiss

And through the downcast lashes
I see the dull flame of desire
And through the downcast lashes
I see the dull flame of desire

Antony :
Dull flame

Björk :
I see the dull flame of desire

Antony :
I see the dull flame

Björk :
I see the dull flame

Antony :
I love your eyes, my dear
Their splendid, sparkling fire
When suddenly you raise them so
To cast a swift embracing glance

Like lightning flashing in the sky
But there's a charm that is greater still
When my love's eyes are lowered
When all is fired by passion's kiss

And through the downcast lashes
I see the dull flame of desire
Through the downcast lashes
I see the dull flame of desire

Antony :
Dull flame

Björk :
I see the dull flame of desire

Antony :
I see the dull flame

Björk :
I see the dull flame

Björk :
I love your eyes, my dear
Their splendid, sparkling fire

Antony :
When suddenly you raise them so
To cast a swift embracing glance

Björk :
Like lightning flashing in the sky
But there's a charm that is greater still

Antony :
When my love's eyes are lowered
When all is fired by passion's kiss

Björk :
Through the downcast lashes
I see the dull flame of desire

Antony :
And through the downcast lashes
I see the dull flame of desire

Björk :
And through the
Downcast lashes
I see the
Dull flame
Of
Desire