sábado, novembro 29, 2008

o bêbado e o diabo

Um bêbado morre e vai para o Inferno. Chegando lá, encontra o Diabo e pergunta-lhe:

- Onde é que param as mulheres?

- Mulheres??!! - Exclama o Diabo - Aqui não há mulheres!!!

E diz o bêbado:

- Olha...olha...Não há mulheres!!!! Vais dizer-me que esses cornos te saíram numa rifa...??!!

Um trabalho de sonho....

Novas implementações da fifa...

Cabeça no sitio...

quinta-feira, novembro 27, 2008

On an Island

Remember that night...
White sails in the moonlight
They walked it too...
Through empty playground, this ghost's town
Children again on rusting swings getting higher
Sharing a dream
On an Island.... it felt right
We lay side by side,
Between the moon and the tide
Mapping the stars for a while
Let the night surround you
We're half way to the stars,
Ebb and flow
Let it grow..... feel the warmth beside you

Remember that night,
The warmth and the laughter
Candles burn...
Though the church was deserted
At dawn we went down through empty streets to the harbour
Dreamers may leave ...but we're here everafter...
Da da da da da....
Let the night surround you
We're half way to the stars,
Ebb and flow
Let it grow..... feel the warmth beside you...

terça-feira, novembro 25, 2008

On The Turning Away

On the turning away
from the pale and downtrodden
and the words they say
wich we won't understand
" don't accept that what's happening
is just a case of others' suffering
or you'll find that you're joining in
the turning away"

It's a sin that somehow
light is changing to shadow
and casting it's shroud
over all we have known
unaware how the ranks have grown
driven on by a heart of stone
we could find that we're all alone
in the dream of the proud

On the wings of the night
as the daytime is stirring
where the speechless unite
in a silent accord
using words you will find are strange
and mesmerised as they light the flame
feel the new wind of change
on the wings of the night

No more turning away
from the weak and the weary
no more turning away
from the coldness inside
just a world that we all must share
it's not enough just to stand and stare
is it only a dream that there'll be
no more turning away?

The Ting Tings - That's Not My Name

sábado, novembro 22, 2008

bolinhas

Caterpillar Free Style

secas do dia...

No hospital, diz o médico:
- O senhor é o dador de sangue?
- Não, eu sou o da dor de cabeça!


Uma mulher entra numa loja de roupa e pergunta:
- Vendem camisas de noite?
- Não, de noite estamos fechados...


Vai um velhote na auto-estrada quando a mulher lhe liga.
- Sim?
- Olha, querido, tem cuidado! Deu agora nas notícias que na auto-estrada vai um carro em sentido contrário!
- Um? Eles são às dezenas!


Dois miúdos estão a conversar:
- O que é que o teu pai faz?
- É advogado.
- Sério?
- Não, um dos normais.

publicidade

sexta-feira, novembro 21, 2008

quarta-feira, novembro 19, 2008

Evil BUG

Girasol

Segue-te para onde quer que vás,

Ama-te incondicionalmente do teu nascer, ao teu morrer...



Agora que já não sou mais girassol,

Já não sei o que fazer...

Também não sei o que sentir...

Já não sei se te devo amar...

Também não sei se te devo seguir...

And then... The magic has gone.

what I felt, mixed up ...
If you feel something... you don't show it anymore...
For a long time...



And then disappeared ...
What we had, disappeared.



And then, each time even more... I stop believing in us..

If there still exists... us...

Do You Know What I m Seeing

Clouds are marching along, singing a song, just like they do.
If the clouds were singing a song, I'd sing along, wouldn't you too?
If you just knew what they could do.
Oh, if you just knew, what would they do?
And if the birds are just all the words flying along, singing a song,
What would they do?
If they just knew what they could do.
Oh, if they just knew.

I know it's sad that I never gave a damn about the weather,
And it never gave a damn about me.
I know it's sad that I never gave a damn about the weather,
And it never gave a damn about me.
No, it never gave a damn about me.

I know it's mad, but if I go to hell
Will you come with me or just leave?
I know it's mad, but if the world were ending
Would you just kiss me or just leave me?
Just leave me?