come in my kitchen when it rains outside

| © Corbis-Bettmann |

She hangs beneath the sky
Her eyes pass the sea

She talks and explodes
Broken peace
In this beautiful sheet

He chews her back to the crowd to the cold
Starting if you fall
Seeing this secret beauty

He spews her around to the floor
And opens up the door
To the plastic music

Thinking of sleeping beauty chained
To her dress, and to her braid
Thinking of sleeping beauty chained
To her dress and to beauty

She's my sleeping beauty

| patrick watson, sleeping beauty |

beginners

ou sobre como deixar alguém sem sair do mesmo sítio.

desejos

v., que olhes sempre mais além. 

how do you measure its worth?

denial

new york, i love you but you're bringing me down

e assim começou novembro...

... com o rei a falar de solidão e eu rodeada de amor.

 non est ad astra mollis e terris via - there is no easy way from the earth to the stars

| Seneca |

le Larousse s'arrête là où le coeur commence.

carry me home on your sholders

This my excavation and today is kumran

Everything that happens from now on

This is pouring rain

This is paralyzed

I keep throwing it down two-hunded at a time

It's hard to find it when you knew it

When your money's gone

And you're drunk as hell

On your back with your racks as the stacks are your load

In the back and the racks and the stacks of your load

In the back with your racks and you're un-stacking your load

Well I've been twisting to the sun and the moon

I needed to replace

The fountain in the front yard is rusted out

All my love was down

In a frozen ground

There's a black crow sitting across from me

His wiry legs are crossed

He is dangling my keys, he even fakes a toss

Whatever could it be

That has brought me to this loss?

On your back with your racks as the stacks are your load

In the back and the racks and the stacks of your load

In the back with your racks and you're un-stacking your load

This is not the sound of a new man or crispy realization

It's the sound of the unlocking and the lift away

Your love will be

Safe with me

| bon iver, re: stacks |

a vida são canções de épicos refrões

[photo by José Sena Goulão / LUSA]