cela me rassure d'avoir la confirmation qu'il est des choses qui demeurent intactes * philippe besson

one of the secrets of a happy life is continuous small treats * iris murdoch

it's a relief sometimes to be able to talk without having to explain oneself, isn't it? * isobel crawley * downtown abbey

carpe diem. seize the day, boys. make your lives extraordinary * dead poets society

a luz que toca lisboa é uma luz que faz acender qualquer coisa dentro de nos * mia couto





1.5.06

hoje apetece-me ouvir esta música...

I just can't help thinking
What you've done to me
You built a wall of love and tore it right down
In front of me
And you think you know what's going on
You keep telling me that I am wrong
I don't care about what you do
'Cause if you mess with me I'll get rid of you

The picture you see is no portrait of me
It's too real to be shown to someone I don't know
And it's driving me wild
It makes me act like a child

You think I am crazy, but what can I do
You waste your time, like my money
It ain't so funny, but it's true
(Don't waste my money, baby)
Now you can't tell me what's going on
And that I am weak while you are strong
What is it you need, that makes your heart bleed
Do you really know? 'Cause it doesn't show

The picture you see is no portrait of me
It's too real to be shown to someone I don't know
And it's driving me wild
It makes me act like a child

round and round, new order 1989

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