quarta-feira, 8 de janeiro de 2014

Hoje viajo ao som de...

 
"Between The Raindrops"(feat. Natasha Bedingfield)
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Look around
There's no one but you and me
Right here and now
The way it was meant to be
There's a smile on my face
Knowing that together everything that's in our way
We're better than alright

Walking between the raindrops
Riding the aftershock beside you
Off into the sunset
Living like there's nothing left to lose
Chasing after gold mines
Crossing the fine lines we knew
Hold on and take a breath
I'll be here every step
Walking between the raindrops with you

Take me now
The world's such a crazy place
When the walls come down
You'll know I'm here to stay
There's nothing I would change
Knowing that together everything that's in our way
We're better than alright

Walking between the raindrops
Riding the aftershock beside you
Off into the sunset
Living like there's nothing left to lose
Chasing after gold mines
Crossing the fine lines we knew
Hold on and take a breath
I'll be here every step
Walking between the raindrops with you

There's a smile on my face
Knowing that together everything that's in our way
We're better than alright

Walking between the raindrops
Riding the aftershock beside you
Off into the sunset
Living like there's nothing left to lose
Chasing after gold mines
Crossing the fine lines we knew
Hold on and take a breath
I'll be here every step
Walking between the raindrops with you
Between the raindrops with you
Between the raindrops with you

Between the raindrops with you

quinta-feira, 2 de janeiro de 2014

Na curva do tempo

Na curva do tempo
Há memórias que se prendem,
Há sabores que se relembram,
Há toques que se gravam.

Na curva do tempo
Há alguém que já não importa,
Há quem ficasse para trás,
Há quem já não se recorde.

Na curva do tempo
Há uma vida que se esquece,
Há um querer que já não apetece,
Há um adeus que se impõe.

Na curva do tempo
Não há vontade
Que acompanhe o presente,
Que se deseje
Ou se acomode.

Na curva do tempo
Há uma história que
Se esfuma,
Que perde pormenores,
Há um passado que,
Em mim,
Morre.
 
 
02.Jan.2014