Wafa Sultan, a Super Woman.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Prenda do Dia da Mulher
Um homem a cantar para as mulheres ;-) Como ele mesmo disse: "God Bless you Women, que é por isso que andamos cá" ;-) Sóbrio (!!) Jorge Palma foi fantástico Domingo à noite em Almada City :))
A banda "Os demitidos" estava excelente. Mega concerto! E eu na 3ª fila! :D
O nome do concerto?
O nome da Musica :
A banda "Os demitidos" estava excelente. Mega concerto! E eu na 3ª fila! :D
O nome do concerto?
O nome da Musica :
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Também há coisas boas:
No "Sol"
"Fábrica comprada há quatro anos por um euro resiste e aumenta número de operárias
A fábrica de confecções de Arcos de Valdevez, que uma trabalhadora comprou há quatro anos por um euro após uma tentativa frustrada de deslocalização, resiste à crise internacional e até já aumentou o número de operárias."
Boa! :)
"Fábrica comprada há quatro anos por um euro resiste e aumenta número de operárias
A fábrica de confecções de Arcos de Valdevez, que uma trabalhadora comprou há quatro anos por um euro após uma tentativa frustrada de deslocalização, resiste à crise internacional e até já aumentou o número de operárias."
Boa! :)
E o burro é ele?
Consta que Filipão, ao ser demitido do Chelsea por maus resultados, leva na algibeira 17 milhões de euros! Vá, pronto, praticamente metade disso depois de impostos....
E o "Burro" é ele?
E o "Burro" é ele?
Don't you just love a nutter? ;-)
Just helping spreading the word! ;))
And you people say I'm not a romantic, tsk, tsk...;)
Monday, February 09, 2009
Song to the Siren
On the floating, shapeless oceans
I did all my best to smile
til your singing eyes and fingers
drew me loving into your eyes.
And you sang "Sail to me, sail to me;
Let me enfold you."
Here I am, here I am waiting to hold you.
Did I dream you dreamed about me?
Were you here when I was full sail?
Now my foolish boat is leaning, broken love lost on your rocks.
For you sang, "Touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrow."
Oh my heart, oh my heart shies from the sorrow.
I'm as puzzled as a newborn child.
I'm as riddled as the tide.
Should I stand amid the breakers?
Or shall I lie with death my bride?
Hear me sing: "Swim to me, swim to me, let me enfold you."
"Here I am. Here I am, waiting to hold you."
-- The Cocteau Twins
I did all my best to smile
til your singing eyes and fingers
drew me loving into your eyes.
And you sang "Sail to me, sail to me;
Let me enfold you."
Here I am, here I am waiting to hold you.
Did I dream you dreamed about me?
Were you here when I was full sail?
Now my foolish boat is leaning, broken love lost on your rocks.
For you sang, "Touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrow."
Oh my heart, oh my heart shies from the sorrow.
I'm as puzzled as a newborn child.
I'm as riddled as the tide.
Should I stand amid the breakers?
Or shall I lie with death my bride?
Hear me sing: "Swim to me, swim to me, let me enfold you."
"Here I am. Here I am, waiting to hold you."
-- The Cocteau Twins
Sunday, February 08, 2009
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Romance
"Uma Rapariga perguntou a um Rapaz se ele a achava bonita , ele disse...não . Ela perguntou se ele queria ficar com ela para a eternidade....e ele disse não. Então ela perguntou-lhe, se ela se fosse embora, se ele iria chorar, e mais uma vez ele respondeu com um não.
Ela já tinha ouvido demais. Assim, quando estava a ir embora, lágrimas caíam da sua, face, o rapaz agarrou seu braço e disse...Tu não és bonita: És linda. Eu não quero ficar contigo para sempre. Eu PRECISO ficar contigo pra sempre. Eu não iria chorar se tu fosses embora...eu iria morrer..."
-- Anónimo
E depois acordamos, e voltamos à 'vidinha'.
Ela já tinha ouvido demais. Assim, quando estava a ir embora, lágrimas caíam da sua, face, o rapaz agarrou seu braço e disse...Tu não és bonita: És linda. Eu não quero ficar contigo para sempre. Eu PRECISO ficar contigo pra sempre. Eu não iria chorar se tu fosses embora...eu iria morrer..."
-- Anónimo
E depois acordamos, e voltamos à 'vidinha'.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
When the spotlight is on
Fences
by Paramore
by Paramore
I'm sitting in a room,
Made up of only big white walls and in the hall
There are people looking through
The window in the door they know exactly what we're here for
Don't look up
Just let them think
There's no place else
You'd rather be.
You're always on display
For everyone to watch and learn from,
Don't you know by now,
You can't turn back
Because this road is all you'll ever have.
And it's obvious that you're dying, dying.
Just living proof that the camera's lying.
And oh oh open wide, 'cause this is your night.
So smile, 'cause you'll go out in style.
You'll go out in style.
If you let me I could,
I'd show you how to build your fences,
Set restrictions, separate from the world.
The constant battle that you hate to fight
Just blame the limelight.
Don't look up
Just let them think
There's no place else
You'd rather be.
And now you can't turn back
Because this road is all you'll ever have.
And it's obvious that you're dying, dying.
Just living proof that the camera's lying.
And oh oh open wide, 'cause this is your night.
So smile.
Yeah, yeah you're asking for it
With every breath that you breathe in
Just breathe it in.
Yeah, yeah well you're just a mess
You do all this, big talking
So now let's see you walk it
I said let's see you walk it
Yeah, yeah well you're just a mess
You do all this, big talking
So now let's see you walk it
I said let's see you walk it
And it's obvious that you're dying, dying.
Just living proof that the camera's lying.
And oh oh open wide, yeah oh oh open wide.
Yeah, oh oh open wide,
'Cause you'll go out in style.
You'll go out in style.
Made up of only big white walls and in the hall
There are people looking through
The window in the door they know exactly what we're here for
Don't look up
Just let them think
There's no place else
You'd rather be.
You're always on display
For everyone to watch and learn from,
Don't you know by now,
You can't turn back
Because this road is all you'll ever have.
And it's obvious that you're dying, dying.
Just living proof that the camera's lying.
And oh oh open wide, 'cause this is your night.
So smile, 'cause you'll go out in style.
You'll go out in style.
If you let me I could,
I'd show you how to build your fences,
Set restrictions, separate from the world.
The constant battle that you hate to fight
Just blame the limelight.
Don't look up
Just let them think
There's no place else
You'd rather be.
And now you can't turn back
Because this road is all you'll ever have.
And it's obvious that you're dying, dying.
Just living proof that the camera's lying.
And oh oh open wide, 'cause this is your night.
So smile.
Yeah, yeah you're asking for it
With every breath that you breathe in
Just breathe it in.
Yeah, yeah well you're just a mess
You do all this, big talking
So now let's see you walk it
I said let's see you walk it
Yeah, yeah well you're just a mess
You do all this, big talking
So now let's see you walk it
I said let's see you walk it
And it's obvious that you're dying, dying.
Just living proof that the camera's lying.
And oh oh open wide, yeah oh oh open wide.
Yeah, oh oh open wide,
'Cause you'll go out in style.
You'll go out in style.
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