© Pedro Santosdomingo
quinta-feira
quarta-feira
Falling Slowly
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
terça-feira
Nervoso miudinho
Coisas que me deixam nervoso:
- A Tvi e a Sic
- Carros mal estacionados
- Pessoal que passa à frente dos outros nas filas
- Correio da Manhã, 24 horas
- Futebol em Portugal
- Beatas na praia
- TODA a nossa classe politica
- A Justiça (que sofre de demência)
- O estado do Ensino (um pilar tão fundamental...)
- O (mau) funcionamento da função pública
- Violência
- Falta de civismo
- Hegemonia de Lisboa e Porto face ao resto do País
Enfim, estes são alguns exemplos.
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