quinta-feira, maio 24, 2007

So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La


You're a falling star, You're the get away car.
You're the line in the sand when I go too far.
You're the swimming pool, on an August day.
And you're the perfect thing to say.

And you play you're coy, but it's kinda cute.
Ah, When you smile at me you know exactly what you do.
Baby don't pretend, that you don't know it's true.
Cause you can see it when I look at you.

And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times
It's you, it's you, You make me sing.
You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.

You're a carousel, you're a wishing well,
And you light me up, when you ring my bell.
You're a mystery, you're from outer space,
You're every minute of my everyday.

And I can't believe, that I'm your man,
And I get to kiss you baby just because I can.
Whatever comes our way, ah we'll see it through,
And you know that's what our love can do.

So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La
So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La

And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times
It's you, it's you, You make me sing.
You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.
You're every song, and I sing along.
'Cause you're my everything.
Yeah, yeah

So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La
So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La

terça-feira, maio 22, 2007

...

Escrever, escrever, escorrer o pensamento pelos dedos, que o coração já me bombardeia incansavelmente o corpo como se estivesse em guerra.
Coração, Amor, é sempre mais forte que eu, sei disso. Ainda assim não desarmo e abro trincheiras, combato-o, e limito-o à sua linha defensiva. Não posso desistir! Pois se desisto estou entregue ao mais puro sentido e serei prisioneiro dessa liberdade.
Choro as vitimas de guerra e formam-se campos de refúgios em que me escondo com medo de uma guerra querida, na esperança de um sonho que me mate a fome. Em busca de uma palavra, um tecto, um colo ou um gesto de caridade, amor.
Choro os irmãos que se combatem com gritos de paz, com tanques de cores, e aviões que cruzam nuvens de algodão doce, imagino girafas elefantes e até gelados, furados por misseis de caramelo prontos a destruir qualquer barreira.
Não entendo! Não entendo esta guerra...

Bublé Inside


If you want a lover
I’ll do anything you ask me to
And if you want another kind of love
I’ll wear a mask for you
If you want a partner
Take my hand
Or if you want to strike me down in anger
Here I stand
I’m your man

If you want a boxer
I will step into the ring for you
And if you want a doctor
I’ll examine every inch of you
If you want a driver
Climb inside
Or if you want to take me for a ride
You know you can
I’m your man

Ah, the moons too bright
The chains too tight
The beast won’t go to sleep
I’ve been running through these promises to you
That I made and I could not keep
Ah but a man never got a woman back
Not by begging on his knees
Or I’d crawl to you baby
And I’d fall at your feet
And I’d howl at your beauty
Like a dog in heat
And I’d claw at your heart
And I’d tear at your sheet
I’d say please, please
I’m your man

And if you’ve got to sleep
A moment on the road
I will steer for you
And if you want to work the street alone
I’ll disappear for you
If you want a father for your child
Or only want to walk with me a while
Across the sand
I’m your man

If you want a lover
I’ll do anything you ask me to
And if you want another kind of love
I’ll wear a mask for you


PS.- Pelo amor de Deus, não liguem ao video... =P