Some people say
That oysters make you come on strong,
But I don't buy it,
I don't believe my diet turns me on.
Won't take no pills,
That's the last thing that I need to do,
I can't deny it,
My aphrodisiac is you.

Alright, I could sniff some powdered rhino horn,
And go to bed in rubber gloves.
But I don't need no stimulation,
Potions, balms or embrocation,
I'm in love,
In other words...

Don't smoke no grass,
Or opium from old Hong Kong,
That hubble-bubble
Just makes me see you double
All night long.
Don't waste my time
With Spanish fly and roots to chew,
They cause me trouble,
Because my aphrodisiac is you.

Alright, I could sniff some powdered rhino horn,
And go to bed in rubber gloves.
But I don't need no stimulation,
Potions, balms or embrocation,
I'm in love,
In other words...

Some people like
To read the khama sutra first,
But I don't need it
I think if I should read it
I'd be worse;
Don't ask me why,
Because baby, I ain't got a clue.
I just concede it,
My aphrodisiac Is you

My aphrodisiac is you - Katie Melua

Foto de Max Zappa

Muitas palavras escondidas com destinatários...

Será que algum dia eles as lerão?

'Ai se eu pudesse fechar os olhos e deixar voar a minha alma ao teu encontro!
E se saudade fosse o vento tímido que te abraça no seu manto invisível de paixão!
Se eu fosse o mar e tu as rochas, dormente do meu sal!
O sal que soletra nas ondas o verbo amar!
Eu sou o sujeito, a harpa mágica da frase, o sujeito que antecede o verbo e caminha de encontro à tua voz!
A voz que ergue no meu peito, mentor da minha vida!'

Obrigada!

Well I held you like a lover
Happy hands and your elbow in the appropriate place

And we ignored our others, happy plans
For that delicate look upon your face

Our bodies moved and hardened
Hurting parts of your garden
With no room for a pardon
In a place where no one knows what we have done

Do you come
Together ever with him?
And is he dark enough?
Enough to see your light?
And do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
Do you miss my smell?
And is he bold enough to take you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
And does he drive you wild?
Or just mildly free?
What about me?

Well you held me like a lover
Sweaty hands
And my foot in the appropriate place

And we use cushions to cover
Happy glands
In the mild issue of our disgrace

Our minds pressed and guarded
While our flesh disregarded
The lack of space for the light-hearted
In the boom that beats our drum

Well I know I make you cry
And I know sometimes you wanna die
But do you really feel alive without me?
If so, be free
If not, leave him for me
Before one of us has accidental babies
For we are in love

Do you come
Together ever with him?
Is he dark enough?
Enough to see your light?
Do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
Do you miss my smell?
And is he bold enough to take you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
And does he drive you wild?
Or just mildly free?

What about me?
What about me?

Accidental babies - Damien Rice

Ouvia Damien Rice cantar a tristeza da minha alma...
Não perguntem o porquê, não o sei!
Quando te ouvi a lutar contra o sono na tua cama pequena...
Fui ver-te... Parei junto a ti...
Toquei-te o rosto, os cabelos, com as minhas mãos frias...
Tu olhaste-me com o amor e inocência de um ser humano de cinco meses...
E nada mais me incomodou...
Olhas-me e entendes-me e explicas-me o que estou a sentir...
E eu soube! Descobri!

Foto de Jean Schweitzer

Todos os caminhos apontam para ti...

'O passado não mudou a minha vida...
Tu mudaste a minha vida!'

Não imaginas como a recíproca é verdadeira...

Foto de Evgeniy Shaman

Durante anos não olhei para o meu reflexo!

Parecia-me enevoado, sujo, dilacerado...

Tinha ressentimento... mágoa... ódio de mim e da minha imagem!

Chegaste discretamente... lentamente...
E agora já não recordo como tudo funcionava antes...
O mundo era assim?
Devo ter andado distraída... de olhos fechados...