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A vida de Mala Aviada

A vida de Mala Aviada

If I ain't got you

Some people live for the fortune
Some people live just for the fame
Some people live for the power, yeah
Some people live just to play the game
Some people think that the physical things
Define what's within
And I've been there before
But that life's a bore
So full of the superficial

[Chorus:]
Some people want it all
But I don't want nothing at all
If it ain't you baby
If I ain't got you baby
Some people want diamond rings
Some just want everything
But everything means nothing
If I ain't got you, Yeah

Some people search for a fountain
That promises forever young
Some people need three dozen roses
And that's the only way to prove you love them
Hand me the world on a silver platter
And what good would it be
With no one to share 
With no one who truly cares for me 

[Chorus:]
Some people want it all
But I don't want nothing at all
If it ain't you baby
If I ain't got you baby
Some people want diamond rings
Some just want everything
But everything means nothing
If I ain't got you, you, you
Some people want it all
But I don't want nothing at all
If it ain't you baby
If I ain't got you baby
Some people want diamond rings
Some just want everything
But everything means nothing
If I ain't got you, yeah

[Outro:]
If I ain't got you with me baby
So nothing in this whole wide world don't mean a thing
If I ain't got you with me baby

 

Mor, esta é para ti: pediste-me para ta cantar mas eu faço isso de forma vergonhosa. *.*

Only the Young

Look back in silence; the cradle of your whole life.
There in the distance, loosing it's greatest pride.
Nothing is easy, nothing is sacred. Why?
Where did the bow break?
It happened before your time.

There were people there, lovely as you've ever been.
Tonight.
Baby you can start again.
Laughing in the open air; have yourself another dream.
Tonight.
Baby we can start again.

Only the young can break away, break away.
Lost when the wind blow; on your own, ohh... 
Only the young can break away, break away.
Lost when the wind blow; on your own, ohh... 

Mother it's cold here. Father thy will be done.
Thunder and lightening crashing down.
They got me on the run, direct me to the sun.

 

Redemption keeps my covers clean tonight.
Baby we can start again.

Only the young can break away, break away.
Lost when the wind blow; on your own, ohh... 
Only the young can break away, break away.

Lost when the wind blow; on your own, ohh... 

And the sun was shining.
And the sun was shining.
Are you looking for a sign?
Or are you confident?

Hahahahaha.
Hahahahaha.

Only the young can break away, break away.
Lost when the wind blow; on your own, ohh... 
Only the young can break away, break away.
Lost when the wind blow; on your own, ohh... 

Only the young can... 
Lost when the wind blow... 
Only the young can... 
Lost when the wind blow... 

Hahahahaha.
Are you confident?
Hahahahaha.

Afluentes da vontade #15

 

Faço-te isto tantas vezes que é quase vício, o meu vício. Adoro a tua cara: as tuas pestanas que têm aquele comprimento perfeito, que brilham com o embater do sol, que curvam no sítio exacto. O teu sinal perto da narina direita, mesmo na ponta do nariz - parece que está sempre a sorrir. A forma como o teu cabelo caí sobre a tua testa e te esconde, por vezes, o olhar - esse que eu recupero e me faz deambular pelas loucuras que me dás... A forma dos teus olhos tão peculiares que me fazem sorrir em conjunto com a tua boca de lábios carnudos que me dá palavras que desejo todos todos os dias. É por isso que ando sempre a capturar as fotografias mentais: porque és linda, porque trazes sempre mais alguma coisa a adicionar à minha memória.

Eterna Romântica

Tenho-me redescoberto como uma eterna romântica. Flores, jantares, brownies caseiros, gestos pequenos e grandes (ajoelhados ou não) que me dão arrepios pela espinha e me enchem a alma de desejos e suspiros. Acabei de criar uma lista de reprodução pessoal chamada "OH! SENTIMENTAL HEART!" a qual inclui todas as músicas mais sentimentais que tenho no pc (e ainda faltam milhares que estão no disco externo). E não consigo parar de pensar que esta é a melhor parte do amor, esta parte em que conduzo uns quantos km só para poder ver o sorriso iluminado e cheirar o teu perfume, em que me perco em palavras tentando acertar naquilo que te quero dizer. E que estas músicas, por muitas que sejam elas, não chegam a fazer nem um décimo daquilo que um esguio sorriso teu consegue.

 

Fazes com que o amanhã seja esquecido, com que o hoje seja perfeito e com que o ontem seja uma memória feliz. É isso que amo em ti. Sempre feliz, and nothing else compares.

SHE

She 
May be the face I can't forget 
The trace of pleasure or regret 
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay

 

She 
May be the song that summer sings 
May be the chill that autumn brings 
May be a hundred different things 
Within the measure of a day

She 
May be the beauty or the beast 
May be the famine or the feast 
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell

 

She may be the mirror of my dreams 
The smile reflected in a stream 
She may not be what she may seem 
Inside her shell 

She 
Who always seems so happy in a crowd 
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud 
No one's allowed to see them when they cry

 

She 
May be the love that cannot hope to last 
May come to me from shadows of the past 
That I'll remember till the day I die 

She 
May be the reason I survive 
The why and wherefore I'm alive 
The one I'll care for through the rough in ready years

 

Me 
I'll take her laughter and her tears 
And make them all my souvenirs 
For where she goes I've got to be 
The meaning of my life is 

She
She, oh she

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