"Às vezes construímos sonhos em cima de grandes pessoas. O tempo pássa e descobrimos que grandes mesmo eram os sonhos, e as pessoas, pequenas demais para torná-los realidade."
sábado, 3 de julho de 2010
quinta-feira, 29 de abril de 2010
Every time that I'm where you are,
You walk in and my strength walks out the door.
Say my name and I can't fight it any more
Oh I know, I should go
But I need your touch just too damn much
Lovin' you, yeah isn't really something I should do
Shouldn't wanna spend my time with you, yeah
I should try to be strong
But baby you're the right kind of wrong
Yeah baby you're the right kind of wrong.
You walk in and my strength walks out the door.
Say my name and I can't fight it any more
Oh I know, I should go
But I need your touch just too damn much
Lovin' you, yeah isn't really something I should do
Shouldn't wanna spend my time with you, yeah
I should try to be strong
But baby you're the right kind of wrong
Yeah baby you're the right kind of wrong.
Leann Rimes
quarta-feira, 7 de abril de 2010
sábado, 3 de abril de 2010
Mother Earth

Birds and butterflies
Rivers and mountains she creates
But you'll never know
The next move she'll make
You can try
But it is useless to ask why
Cannot control her
She goes her own way
She rules
Until the end of time
She gives and she takes
She rules
Until the end of time
She goes her own way
With every breath
And all the choices that we make
We are only passing through
On her way
I find my strength
Believing that your soul lives on
Until the end of time
I'll carry it with me
She rules
Until the end of time
She gives and she takes
She rules
Until the end of time
She goes her own way
Once you will know my dear
You don't have to fear
A new beginning
Always starts at the end
Once you will know my dear
You don't have to fear
Until the end of time
She goes her own way
She rules
Until the end of time
She gives and she takes
She rules
Until the end of time
Until the end of time
Until the end of time
She goes her own way
Within Temptation
Memories
"Do lado de trás da casa, a um canto isolado de tudo e de todos, bem perto do meu mar, onde levava as minhas folhas brancas e me inspirava, ouço muitas vezes o bater das ondas, os murmúrios do tanto que é vivido como paixão. Depois desses murmúrios fica o vazio, onde cabe o sonho, a poeira e os restos.
(...) De todos esses desenhos, apenas a recordação feliz e distante de um velho que amava o mar."
(...) De todos esses desenhos, apenas a recordação feliz e distante de um velho que amava o mar."
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