I miss you
But I haven't met you yet
So special
But it hasn't happened yet
You are gorgeous
But I haven't met you yet
I remember
But it hasn't happened yet

And if you believe in dreams
Or what is more important
That a dream can come true
I will meet you

I was peaking
But it hasn't happened yet
I haven't been given
My best souvenir
I miss you
But I haven't met you yet
I know your habits
But wouldn't recognize you yet

And if you believe in dreams
Or what is more important
That a dream can come true
I will meet you

I'm so impatient
I can't stand the wait
When will I get my cuddle?
Who are you?

I know by now that you'll arrive
By the time I stop waiting

I miss you

I miss you - Bjork

Don't go changing, to try and please me
You never let me down before
Don't imagine you're too familiar
And I don't see you anymore
I wouldn't leave you in times of trouble
We never could have come this far
I took the good times, I'll take the bad times
I'll take you just the way you are

Don't go trying some new fashion
Don't change the color of your hair
You always have my unspoken passion
Although I might not seem to care

I don't want clever conversation
I never want to work that hard
I just want someone that I can talk to
I want you just the way you are.

I need to know that you will always be
The same old someone that I knew
What will it take till you believe in me
The way that I believe in you.

I said I love you and that's forever
And this I promise from the heart
I could not love you any better
I love you just the way you are

Just the way you are - Diana Krall

I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
From the seas and the streams;
I bear light shade for the leaves when laid
In their noonday dreams.
From my wings are shaken the dews that waken
The sweet buds every one,
When rocked to rest on their mother's breast,
As she dances about the sun.
I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under,
And then again I dissolve it in rain,
And laugh as I pass in thunder.

I sift the snow on the mountains below,
And their great pines groan aghast;
And all the night 'tis my pillow white,
While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers,
Lightning, my pilot, sits;
In a cavern under is fettered the thunder,
It struggles and howls at fits;

Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion,
This pilot is guiding me,
Lured by the love of the genii that move
In the depths of the purple sea;
Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills,
Over the lakes and the plains,
Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream,
The Spirit he loves remains;
And I all the while bask in Heaven's blue smile,
Whilst he is dissolving in rains.

The sanguine Sunrise, with his meteor eyes,
And his burning plumes outspread,
Leaps on the back of my sailing rack,
When the morning star shines dead;
As on the jag of a mountain crag,
Which an earthquake rocks and swings,
An eagle alit one moment may sit
In the light of its golden wings.
And when Sunset may breathe, from the lit sea beneath,
Its ardors of rest and of love,

And the crimson pall of eve may fall
From the depth of Heaven above,
With wings folded I rest, on mine aery nest,
As still as a brooding dove.
That orbed maiden with white fire laden,
Whom mortals call the Moon,
Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor,
By the midnight breezes strewn;
And wherever the beat of her unseen feet,
Which only the angels hear,
May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof,
The stars peep behind her and peer;
And I laugh to see them whirl and flee,
Like a swarm of golden bees,
When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent,
Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas,
Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high,
Are each paved with the moon and these.

I bind the Sun's throne with a burning zone,
And the Moon's with a girdle of pearl;
The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim
When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl.
From cape to cape, with a bridge-like shape,
Over a torrent sea,
Sunbeam-proof, I hang like a roof,--
The mountains its columns be.
The triumphal arch through which I march
With hurricane, fire, and snow,
When the Powers of the air are chained to my chair,
Is the million-colored bow;
The sphere-fire above its soft colors wove,
While the moist Earth was laughing below.

I am the daughter of Earth and Water,
And the nursling of the Sky;
I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;
I change, but I cannot die.
For after the rain when with never a stain
The pavilion of Heaven is bare,
And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams
Build up the blue dome of air,
I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,
And out of the caverns of rain,
Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,
I arise and unbuild it again.


The Cloud - Percy Bysshe Shelley

You'll be given love
you'll be taken care of
you'll be given love
you have to trust it

Maybe not from the sources
you have poured yours

Maybe not from the directions
you are staring at

Trust your head around
it's all around you
all is full of love
all around you

All is full of love : you just ain't receiving
All is full of love : your phone is off the hook
All is full of love : your doors are all shut

All is full of love

All is full of love - Bjork

Your flirt
it finds me out
teases the crack in me
smittens me with hope

Probably maybe probably love

As much as I definitely enjoy solitude
I wouldn't mind, perhaps
spending little time with you
sometimes, sometimes

Possibly maybe probably love

Uncertainty excites me, baby
who knows what's going to happen?
lottery or car crash - or you'll join a cult

Probably maybe possibly love (...)

Possibly Maybe - Bjork

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 wont 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

I'm your man - Leonard Cohen

E faz hoje três anos a primeira vez que te vi e te toquei...

Que faço com as horas do dia?
Que faço com as palavras e as folhas em branco?
De que servem se não existem para ti...

Tenho dias em que sinto que me estou a levantar...
Tenho outros em que me sinto cair novamente...

Mas acredito que um dia... Um dia...
Vou conseguir voltar a acreditar em mim...
E conseguir ser a pessoa que julgava ser...

Não sou! É certo!
Infelizmente...
Desculpa!
Mas obrigada por me teres mostrado quem sou realmente...

Agora quando me levantar...
Quando me conseguir erguer da tua perda...
Vou lutar por ser quem eu quero ser...

I want you
Though you dare to deny it
I'm always reminded of you
And the more you forbid me
The more I need you to give me

Morning comes upon us
To impose another day
Though I might try to force myself to sleep

Why should i
Face up to
Another waking day
When there's a chance you'll come to me
In dreams

The world just keeps
Right on
Turning anyway
While I stay home and watch the shadow play

Innocence is lost into the dark
If I were dynamite would you provide the spark?

Oh

I want you
Though you dare to deny it
I am always reminded of you
And the more you forbid me
The more I need you to give me

I don't know what to do
If you dare to deny it
I'm always reminded of you
And the more you forbid me
The more I need you to give me

If only you could see my life
Turning inside out
A heart that keeps attacking me
Always in my mouth

And if my skin were glass my love
You would see a heart that keeps on beating
Only in the hope that you'll return, to me

I don't know what to do
Though you dare to deny it
I'm always reminded of you
And the more you forbid me
The more I need you to give me

I want you
Though you dare to deny it
I am always reminded of you
And the more you forbid me
The more I need you to give me

I don't know what to do
Though you dare to deny it
I'm always reminded of you
And the more you forbid me
The more I need you to give me

I want you

I am always reminded of you

I want you

Always reminded of you

Reminded of you

Always reminded of you


I want you - Moloko

The Night

Amo esta música!

You're the night, Lilah
A little girl lost in the woods
You're a folktale
The unexplainable
You're a bedtime story
The one that keeps the curtains closed
I hope you're waiting for me
Cause I can't make it on my own
I can't make it on my own

It's too dark to see the landmarks
And I don't want your good luck charms
I hope you're waiting for me
Across your carpet of stars
You're the night, Lilah
You're everything that we can't see
Lilah
You're the possibility

You're the bedtime story
The one that keeps the curtains closed
And I hope you're waiting for me
Cause I can't make it on my own
I can't make it on my own

Unknown the unlit world of old
You're the sounds I've never heard before
Off the map where the wild things grow
Another world outside my door
Here I stand I'm all alone
Driving down the pitch black road
Lilah you're my only home
And I can't make it on my own

You're a bedtime story
The one that keeps the curtains closed
I hope you're waiting for me
Cause I can't make it on my own
I can't make it on my own

The night - Morphine

Sei que já não há nada a dizer...
Já não há nada a discutir...
Quando choro sozinha no quarto
E não me procuras sequer para um abraço
ou dizer 'vai correr tudo bem'.

Aí sim...
Não há como apagar a solidão...
A dor que me rasga as entranhas...

Fragmentos de mim vagueiam pelos papéis casa afora...
Procuram por ti!
Tu não estás...
De que serve minha alma se tu não estás?
De que serve meu corpo... Minha vida?
Se tu não vês o que sempre escondi do mundo...

Sou uma morta que vagueia pelas ruas.
Nada vive dentro de mim...
...
Saio do trabalho, desco a avenida,
As lágrimas correm-me pela pele...
De que valeu tudo que dei,
De que valeu tudo o que fiz,
Se nada faz sentido agora?
Se todos os meus planos se esvaneceram no ar?
...
Sou uma morta que vagueia pelas ruas.
Nada vive dentro de mim...

Intoxicaste-me a alma!
Não há para onde olhe que não te veja.
Mesmo dentro de mim...
Especialmente dentro de mim...
De que vale teres-me deixado a alma se levaste contigo o que escrever?

Queria perder-me nos teus olhos...
Encontrar-me no teu corpo...

Foto de David Julian

Há despedidas que magoam partes da alma que não sabíamos existir...

Escrevo a minha alma entre lágrimas e lençois...

Amo esta música!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p5a13zXVHk4

I don't know you
But I want you
All the more for that
Words fall through me
And always fool me
And I can't react
And games that never amount
To more than they're meant
Will play themselves out

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You've made it now

Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can't go back
Moods that take me and erase me
And I'm painted black
You have suffered enough
And warred with yourself
It's time that you won

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice
You've made it now

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice
You've made it now
Falling slowly sing your melody
I'll sing along

Glen Hansard e Marketa Irglova

'Terei de suportar duas ou três lagartas se quiser saber como são as borboletas.'

'Para mim, tu não passas de um rapazito semelhante a cem mil outros rapazitos. Não preciso de ti. E tu também não precisas de mim. Para ti, eu sou uma raposa semelhante a cem mil raposas. Mas se tiveres intimidade comigo, precisaremos um do outro. Tu serás, para mim, único no mundo. E eu serei, para ti, única na mundo.'

'Se vieres, por exemplo, às quatro horas da tarde, a partir das três horas começo a ser feliz. Quanto mais se aproximar a hora, mais feliz me sentirei. Às quatro horas perturbo-me e inquieto-me; descobrirei, assim, o valor da felicidade! Mas se vieres seja quando for, nunca sei a que horas ataviar o coração...'

O principezinho, Saint-Exupéry