Tuesday, April 29, 2008

there's always a motive

Calhou apanhar-te num momento de fugida,
Sentir o teu cabelo a roçar a esquina de saída,
Mas o teu sorriso ficou para trás :)

Porque o fizeste,
Se sabes dos issues auditivos que tal inocência pode trazer?

Recomendo:
The Hush Sound - Goodbye Blues

Monday, April 28, 2008

The big picture and the problem of it

PART I
Mais um daqueles nocturnos dias claros.
Sobe o que tem que subir, danças ao pé de mim.
Acelera, mais uma vez, acelera.
Drink a glass, taste the known silence.
Check and check it again.
It's right there, open up and let all the feelings come out.
Don't put your barriers in the way, say as you mean it.

PART II
Será do teu, será do meu?
Ofereces-me os teus lábios,
E um pouco de still time,
Em que o que passa, não passa por nós,
Pedes mais do que um olhar,
Do que um sorriso no sítio certo

PART III
The little man which didn't pass,
Started a conversation,
About the question of here and there,
About the sleeping of the trees,
As a calm dream in the sea

PART IV
You're missing the biggest picture,
Let me help you getting into frame,
Grab my hand, and let me fly you,
Should you accept it?
Should you cry has it can't help anything?
Let me guide you into the sun,
Blindly burning your eyes.

PART V
The sum of the parts, is usually bigger than the part itself,
Grab the one, and the two, and the three
And make them immutable,
Some day I'll give you the sums signals,
And the solution,
Will be yours.
Just don't die will ya?
Miss you,
and want to miss you for a long time to come.

Friday, April 11, 2008

r we free?

Zuca smiled has I popped the question.

I don't think we are, honestly, mainly because we tend to go with flow of the outside sea, and start to think as a group and not so much as an individual.

But, I think we can be free, in true meaning of the this small word, but at the same time so mind blowing. All it takes it's a little courage, perhaps forgetting some roots, leaving only it a couple of strings attached. Don't mean to jump of the cliff, i mean to stand at it's upper limit, and feeling that you r right were you r supposed to be, and that you're aware of it. Even only in a "It's all in the head" like a very good friend of mine says.

I like to call this as a breathing of John Lennon "Imagine" filled with "Hyper Ballad" felling.

Felling free? After writing this, me and Zuca are. And you?