Dropkick Murphys - Cruel

We were born into nothing, hard up so to speak
But love and affection this family afforded me
Worries came early and often it seemed
Fate was not pleasant still I was redeemed
Then compassion soon faded to chaos
As they did their best all the while
When circumstance outweighs intention
Sometimes the mountain's just too hard to climb
They were cruel, they were ignorant
They were beauty, they were kind
They were patience, they were virtue
They were crazy, they were mine
I was young and I thought I knew everything
It's so hard to change a fool's mind
When you're stubborn by nature and quick to the draw
And you're full of inherited pride
But some lessons come harder than others
And some senses are harder to find
Your troubles won't end when you're saved by the bell
You'll still answer to those you defied
They were cruel, they were ignorant
They were beauty, they were kind
They were patience, they were virtue
They were crazy, they were mine
The heavens might sing out your praises
But the heavens won't pay for your lies
The sinners might pray for your problems
But the sinners won't look in your eye
They were crazy, they were mine
They were cruel, they were ignorant
They were beauty, they were kind
They were patience, they were virtue
They were crazy, they were mine
They were cruel, they were ignorant
They were beauty, they were kind
They were patience, they were virtue
They were crazy, they were mine
The heavens might sing out your praises
But the heavens won't pray for your lies
The sinners might pay for your problems
But the sinner won't look in your eye

Secret Lie

Muito Bom!

A Vida não Está por Ordem Alfabética

(Imagem tirada da net)

A vida não está por ordem alfabética como há quem julgue. Surge... ora aqui, ora ali, como muito bem entende, são miga­lhas, o problema depois é juntá-las, é esse montinho de areia, e este grão que grão sustém? Por vezes, aquele que está mesmo no cimo e parece sustentado por todo o montinho, é precisamente esse que mantém unidos todos os outros, porque esse montinho não obedece às leis da física, retira o grão que aparentemente não sustentava nada e esboroa-se tudo, a areia desliza, espalma-se e resta-te apenas traçar uns rabiscos com o dedo, contradanças, caminhos que não levam a lado nenhum, e continuas à nora, insistes no vaivém, que é feito daquele abençoado grão que mantinha tudo ligado... até que um dia o dedo resolve parar, farto de tanta garatuja, deixaste na areia um traçado estranho, um desenho sem jeito nem lógica, e começas a desconfiar que o sentido de tudo aquilo eram as garatujas."

António Tabucchi, in "Tristano Morre" Tema(s): Vida

Natal com imagens vintage e poema de Pessoa

Chove. É Dia de Natal

 





Chove. É Dia de Natal
Lá para o Norte é melhor:
Há a neve que faz mal,
E o frio que ainda é pior.

E toda a gente é contente
Porque é dia de o ficar.
Chove no Natal presente.
Antes isso que nevar.


Pois apesar de ser esse
O Natal da convenção,
Quando o corpo me arrefece
Tenho o frio e Natal não.

Deixo sentir a quem quadra
E o Natal a quem o fez,
Pois se escrevo ainda outra quadra
Fico gelado dos pés.

Fernando Pessoa, in "Cancioneiro"

CANÇÃO DE NATAL - EXPRESSO POLAR

O NATAL é das crianças, e para todas elas, aqui está uma linda canção... E, VAMOS TODOS OUVIR O SINO!...

UM FELIZ NATAL PARA TODAS AS CRIANÇAS DO MUNDO!

"PRECIOSO" Miguel Angelo

MUITO BOM!

Os malmequeres...

 Fiz de um pano com malmequeres, uma toalhinha de chá.