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terça-feira, abril 25, 2006
Voltei de Vendas Novas, mas tou a morrer de saudades daquela paz. Tou a morrer de saudades! cara-de-sonsa listens to Bruce Springsteen: Devil's and Dust posted by Sofia Ctx | 10:13 da manhã domingo, abril 16, 2006 Durante uns dias vou ficar noutro sítio, mas talvez com a cabeça sempre neste. cara-de-sonsa listens to Cranberries: Linger posted by Sofia Ctx | 1:26 da manhã quinta-feira, abril 13, 2006 Antes de começar a segunda série de episódios do LOST a RTP passou a totalidade da primeira serie, durante a madrugada, enfim... Foi assim que ganhei a curiosidade de saber o que vem a seguir. Num dos episódios o Hurley está sentado na praia a olhar o horizonte e a ouvir música no diskman e fiquei com uma voz, que soava familiar, na cabeça antes de acabarem as pilhas. Procurei e descobri uma música linda do Damien Rice. We might make out when nobody's there It's not that we're scared It's just that it's delicate cara-de-sonsa listens to Damien Rice: Delicate posted by Sofia Ctx | 7:31 da tarde quarta-feira, abril 12, 2006  cara-de-sonsa listens to The gift: Music posted by Sofia Ctx | 8:46 da tarde terça-feira, abril 11, 2006 Little star Little star So you had to go You must have wanted him to know You must have wanted the world to know Poor little thing And now they know Little star I had to close my eyes There was a fire at the warehouse They're always waiting for a thing like this Came traveling from all over town For you, little star Little star So you had to go You must have wanted him to know You must have wanted the world to know Poor little thing And now they know Laudamus adoramus te domine Laudamus benedicimus domine deus Laudamus benedicimus domine deus Cum sancto spiritu in gloria dei patris For you, little star cara-de-sonsa listens to Stina Nordenstam: Little star posted by Sofia Ctx | 3:17 da manhã segunda-feira, abril 10, 2006 Que nome é que se dá quando sentimos saudades do passado, de quem ficou no passado, no que ficou pendente no passado, da vida que parou no passado? cara-de-sonsa listens to Fiona Apple: I know posted by Sofia Ctx | 5:51 da tarde sábado, abril 08, 2006 E no 8º dia Deus criou o Tango o colocou-o no corpo do homem, no corpo da mulher e nas mãos do Piazzolla. cara-de-sonsa listens to Astor Piazzolla: Autumn of Buenos Aires posted by Sofia Ctx | 11:22 da manhã quarta-feira, abril 05, 2006 O meu problema sou eu. cara-de-sonsa listens to Antony & The Johnsons: The Lake posted by Sofia Ctx | 3:15 da tarde segunda-feira, abril 03, 2006  The Lake ( Edgar Allen Poe ) In youth's spring, it was my lot To haunt of the wide earth a spot To which I could not love the less So lovely was the loneliness Of a wild lake, with black rock bound And the tall trees that towered around But when the night had thrown her pall Upon that spot as upon all And the wind would pass me by In its stilly melody My infant spirit would awake To the terror of the lone lake My infant spirit would awake To the terror of the lone lake Yet that terror was not fright But a tremulous delight And a feeling undefined Springing from a darkened mind Death was in that poisoned wave And in its gulf a fitting grave For him who thence could solace bring To his dark imagining Whose wildering thought could even make An Eden of that dim lake But when the night had thrown her pall Upon that spot as upon all And the wind would pass me by In its stilly melody My infant spirit would awake To the terror of the lone lake My infant spirit would awake To the terror of the lone lake Springing from a darkened mind So lovely was the loneliness In youth's spring, it was my lot In its stilly melody An Eden of that dim lake An Eden of that dim lake Lone, lone, lonely... cara-de-sonsa listens to Anthony & The Johnsons: The Lake posted by Sofia Ctx | 10:55 da tarde Eu sei que é um bocado ridiculo este vicio de fazer testes, mas quando faço um e o resultado é que eu deveria ser pintada pelo Gustav Klimt é demais até para mim. De todos os pintores eu ter a sorte de ser pintada logo pelo meu pintor preferido seria bom demais.
cara-de-sonsa listens to Anthony & The Johnsons: The Lake posted by Sofia Ctx | 8:21 da tarde |
