Dec 7, 2009
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Jun 4, 2009
INFORMAÇÃO DE ULTIMA HORA!!!
Devido às quedas dos bancos, queda das bolsas, cortes no orçamento, à crise nos combustiveis e pelo racionamento mundial de energia, informam os que a famosa "luz ao fundo do túnel", es~tá temporariamente desligada.
A gerência
A gerência
Jun 2, 2009
May 20, 2009
THE CULT em Lisboa
Há pois é...25 de Setembro...é uma sexta feira, Coliseu dos Recreios e os bilhetes já estão á venda...
May 16, 2009
May 15, 2009
Remédios Caseiros
Um médico, depois de ver a história clínica do paciente, pergunta:
- Fuma?
- Pouco.
- Faz bem. Quanto menos melhor.
- Bebe?
- Pouco.
- Ainda bem.
- Pratica desporto?
- Não posso. Tenho lesões antigas.
- Pois, é pena.
- E sexo, pratica com frequência?
- Muito pouco.
- Isso é que não pode ser. Se não pratica desporto, deve compensar
fazendo muito sexo. Vá para casa e pense bem nisso...
Ele foi para casa, contou à mulher o que o médico lhe tinha dito e,
de seguida foi tomar um banho. A mulher, esperançosa, enfeita-se,
perfuma-se, põe o seu melhor baby-doll e fica à espera dele, numa
pose toda provocante. Ele sai do chuveiro, perfuma-se
cuidadosamente, começa a vestir-se, e a mulher, surpreendida,
pergunta:
- Aonde é que vais?
- Não ouviste o que o médico me disse?
- Sim, por isso mesmo estou aqui, já prontinha para... tu sabes!
Então ele responde:
- Ah, Francisca, Francisca, lá estás tu outra vez com a mania dos
remédios caseiros...
- Fuma?
- Pouco.
- Faz bem. Quanto menos melhor.
- Bebe?
- Pouco.
- Ainda bem.
- Pratica desporto?
- Não posso. Tenho lesões antigas.
- Pois, é pena.
- E sexo, pratica com frequência?
- Muito pouco.
- Isso é que não pode ser. Se não pratica desporto, deve compensar
fazendo muito sexo. Vá para casa e pense bem nisso...
Ele foi para casa, contou à mulher o que o médico lhe tinha dito e,
de seguida foi tomar um banho. A mulher, esperançosa, enfeita-se,
perfuma-se, põe o seu melhor baby-doll e fica à espera dele, numa
pose toda provocante. Ele sai do chuveiro, perfuma-se
cuidadosamente, começa a vestir-se, e a mulher, surpreendida,
pergunta:
- Aonde é que vais?
- Não ouviste o que o médico me disse?
- Sim, por isso mesmo estou aqui, já prontinha para... tu sabes!
Então ele responde:
- Ah, Francisca, Francisca, lá estás tu outra vez com a mania dos
remédios caseiros...
May 5, 2009
Apr 24, 2009
Apr 21, 2009
From the Stars - White Lies
I saw a friend that i once knew at a funeral,
He took the time out to be seen.
His eyes kept glancing to the hour hand on the gold watch, that he'd been given by a magazine.
He didn't cry when the priest gave the sermon,
Just pulled up the woolen collar on his fleece.
Crossed his arms, gave a sigh and checked the time again,
As he sat inches from the wife of the deceased.
He catches raindrops on his window, it reminds him how he falls,
From the stars back to our cities, where we've never felt so small
Rain drops from his window making puddles in his hands,
He thinks how quick the water's rising as another raindrop lands
He took a chauffeur driven car back to his hotel,
Passing through the sick streets where he was born
He said "Driver, what's happened to these buildings? They all look run down and so alone."
He took a shower in the bathroom of his penthouse,
Put the Do not Disturb on his door
When the maid came in the morning
She found him shivering on the bedroom floor
He catches raindrops on his window, it reminds him how he falls,
From the stars back to our cities, where we've never felt so small
Rain drops from his window making puddles in his hands,
He thinks how quick the water's rising as another raindrop lands
He catches raindrops on his window, it reminds him how he falls,
From the stars back to our cities, where we've never felt so small
Rain drops from his window making puddles in his hands,
He thinks how quick the water's rising as another raindrop lands
He took the time out to be seen.
His eyes kept glancing to the hour hand on the gold watch, that he'd been given by a magazine.
He didn't cry when the priest gave the sermon,
Just pulled up the woolen collar on his fleece.
Crossed his arms, gave a sigh and checked the time again,
As he sat inches from the wife of the deceased.
He catches raindrops on his window, it reminds him how he falls,
From the stars back to our cities, where we've never felt so small
Rain drops from his window making puddles in his hands,
He thinks how quick the water's rising as another raindrop lands
He took a chauffeur driven car back to his hotel,
Passing through the sick streets where he was born
He said "Driver, what's happened to these buildings? They all look run down and so alone."
He took a shower in the bathroom of his penthouse,
Put the Do not Disturb on his door
When the maid came in the morning
She found him shivering on the bedroom floor
He catches raindrops on his window, it reminds him how he falls,
From the stars back to our cities, where we've never felt so small
Rain drops from his window making puddles in his hands,
He thinks how quick the water's rising as another raindrop lands
He catches raindrops on his window, it reminds him how he falls,
From the stars back to our cities, where we've never felt so small
Rain drops from his window making puddles in his hands,
He thinks how quick the water's rising as another raindrop lands
Apr 17, 2009
Apr 15, 2009
Apr 14, 2009
Miss u LX
Tenho saudades do teu barulho, das tuas paredes decrépitas e da tua luz. Da tua movida e da companhia...vê-mo-nos em breve?Anulado
Tenho estado ocupado. Não tenho tempo para nada. Não tenho tempo para ti. Não tenho tempo sequer para mim.
Faço o que faço. Gosto do que faço. Mas também gosto de outras coisas. Gosto de ti. Gosto do mar. Gosto de me deitar na areia a ouvir o mar. Gosto de me deitar na areia contigo a ouvir o mar.
Tenho estado ocupado, demasiado tempo. Fico preocupado e sinto-me anulado.
A que horas recomeça a vida?
Faço o que faço. Gosto do que faço. Mas também gosto de outras coisas. Gosto de ti. Gosto do mar. Gosto de me deitar na areia a ouvir o mar. Gosto de me deitar na areia contigo a ouvir o mar.
Tenho estado ocupado, demasiado tempo. Fico preocupado e sinto-me anulado.
A que horas recomeça a vida?
Jan 30, 2009
Jan 28, 2009
Before I get Old
I'm going to kiss the girls, make them cry
Live too fast, still not die - before I get old
I'm going to see you raised above this place
Watch the moments shine upon your face
Before I get old
I'll watch the sun set over every sea
From every city wall, every mountain peak
Before I get old
The Northern Lights and the Southern Cross
The harvests and the miles of dust
And the blowing wind across the world
So wrap this coat around yourself
And leave what's done behind
There's so much left for us to do
And yet there's so little time
I'm going to pull the fences to the ground
Watch the twisted towers come crumbling down
And start again
I want to be a hero and a villain and a father and a son
Take care of my body and abuse it still
Until everything goes numb
So let's make this dance and never fear
That there's any real reason why we're all here
Live real fast, still not die
Before I get old
New Model Army (1990)
É assim que eu quero viver...
Live too fast, still not die - before I get old
I'm going to see you raised above this place
Watch the moments shine upon your face
Before I get old
I'll watch the sun set over every sea
From every city wall, every mountain peak
Before I get old
The Northern Lights and the Southern Cross
The harvests and the miles of dust
And the blowing wind across the world
So wrap this coat around yourself
And leave what's done behind
There's so much left for us to do
And yet there's so little time
I'm going to pull the fences to the ground
Watch the twisted towers come crumbling down
And start again
I want to be a hero and a villain and a father and a son
Take care of my body and abuse it still
Until everything goes numb
So let's make this dance and never fear
That there's any real reason why we're all here
Live real fast, still not die
Before I get old
New Model Army (1990)
É assim que eu quero viver...
Keep the Faith
Gamada do Blood Brother que por sua vez já a gamou de qq lado...QQ semelhança com o Keep the Faith do J Bon Jovi é pura cooincidência...mesmo!Limbo
"O limbo, na Igreja Católica Apostólica Romana, é um termo inspirado na parte brunida de instrumento de medições celeste sobre o qual era marcada a graduação angular, lugar entre o céu e a terra para onde iam as almas inocentes que, sem terem cometido pecados mortais, estão para sempre privadas da presença de Deus, pois seu pecado original não foi submetido à remissão através do batismo. Vão para o limbo, por exemplo, as almas justas que viveram antes da existência terrena de Jesus Cristo."
Também já foi um bar...
E agora é onde me encontro...tenho de sair!
Também já foi um bar...
E agora é onde me encontro...tenho de sair!
Jan 8, 2009
Confesso, nunca tinha visto este clip dos Mission...palavras para que?
The Mission - Coming Home
Onde é que este senhor comprou os acidos?
Das muitas coisas que teriam passado ao lado da minha vida sem o meu Blood Brother...
Esta é uma das mais pequenas, mas representa uma grande herança.
Para matar saudades...
Jan 7, 2009
Prendas para mim - Vol. I
Caso tenham dificuldade em escolher qualquer coisinha para o meu aniversário, começo hoje a compor a listinha...lá vai 1
Jan 5, 2009
Jan 1, 2009
IN YOUR EYES
love I get so lost, sometimes
days pass and this emptiness fills my heart
when I want to run away
I drive off in my car
but whichever way I go
I come back to the place you are
all my instincts, they return
and the grand facade, so soon will burn
without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside
in your eyes
the light the heat
in your eyes
I am complete
in your eyes
I see the doorway to a thousand churches
in your eyes
the resolution of all the fruitless searches
in your eyes
I see the light and the heat
in your eyes
oh, I want to be that complete
I want to touch the light
the heat I see
in your eyes
love, I don't like to see so much pain
so much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away
I get so tired of working so hard for our survival
I look to the time with you to keep me awake and alive
and all my instincts, they return
and the grand facade, so soon will burn
without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside
in your eyes
the light the heat
in your eyes
I am complete
in your eyes
I see the doorway to a thousand churches
in your eyes
the resolution of all the fruitless searches
in your eyes
I see the light and the heatin your eyes
oh, I want to be that complete
I want to touch the light,the heat I see in your eyes
in your eyes
in your eyes
in your eyes
Peter Gabriel
days pass and this emptiness fills my heart
when I want to run away
I drive off in my car
but whichever way I go
I come back to the place you are
all my instincts, they return
and the grand facade, so soon will burn
without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside
in your eyes
the light the heat
in your eyes
I am complete
in your eyes
I see the doorway to a thousand churches
in your eyes
the resolution of all the fruitless searches
in your eyes
I see the light and the heat
in your eyes
oh, I want to be that complete
I want to touch the light
the heat I see
in your eyes
love, I don't like to see so much pain
so much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away
I get so tired of working so hard for our survival
I look to the time with you to keep me awake and alive
and all my instincts, they return
and the grand facade, so soon will burn
without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside
in your eyes
the light the heat
in your eyes
I am complete
in your eyes
I see the doorway to a thousand churches
in your eyes
the resolution of all the fruitless searches
in your eyes
I see the light and the heatin your eyes
oh, I want to be that complete
I want to touch the light,the heat I see in your eyes
in your eyes
in your eyes
in your eyes
Peter Gabriel
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