tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55972522012-02-12T10:45:36.972ZRobbed your identity. Hoping that some day you can return to get it back. SUOSF (stay under our stars forever)...Destinationnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1251100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-40864612838739650402010-11-07T17:12:00.002Z2010-11-07T17:13:31.356Z

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Os teus escritos terminaram... não tenho mais palavras tuas.Ficaram todas estas que aqui fui deixando e provavelmente nunca li com a intensidade que desejavas... esperava um dia voltar a relê-as contigo mas não foi isso que decidimos.... A nossa história termina aqui...A estas memórias vou continuando a juntar outras palavras que me relembram as que poderiam ser tuas. Vou-te deixando as músicas,

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.Holly (Her): I like this jacket.Jerry (Him): It looks good on you. I got it in a bet.H: What was the bet?J: A fellow bet me that I couldn´t get a certain girl to kiss meH: What girl?J: His girlH: How did you do it?J: A fellow just has to tell her the truth without words. It´s like a signaling we send out and the woman, she just picks it upH: And what´s the truth?J: That kissing her would be the

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-39278559406797778912010-09-11T17:10:00.000+01:002010-09-11T17:13:35.712+01:00

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Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-27381428387967545342010-08-07T17:42:00.001+01:002010-08-07T17:45:14.925+01:00

GOOD BYE MY LOVERDid I disappoint you or let you down?Should I be feeling guilty ...?So I took what's mine by eternal right.Took your soul out into the night.It may be over but it won't stop there,I am here for you if you'd only care.You touched my heart you touched my soul.You changed my life and all my goals.And love is blind and that I knew when,My heart was blinded by you....Goodbye my

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-11444096461500949032010-06-30T10:13:00.006+01:002010-07-25T23:38:05.023+01:00

.A primeira vez que falamos ao telefone disseste-me uma coisa que sempre recordarei:"Quero construir algo contigo"Construímos tudo isto que aqui vês.Partilhamos sonhos.Mas nunca nos despedimos.....

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-76270192906678898462010-06-25T10:34:00.001+01:002010-07-03T20:16:32.125+01:00

... mesmo que nunca venhas a sentir o que sinto por ti...e se a minha resposta, para além da continuação da tua frase, tiver sido também a sua confirmação?

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-86434398488295140342010-06-16T20:48:00.005+01:002010-06-26T11:44:34.896+01:00

"A nossa comunicação é interessante... tu não és directo e evitas agir no impulso, com medo que novas acções possam levar a perder-me e consequentemente a perder o que sentes.eu não tomo iniciativas nem dou primeiros passos com medo de perder o que temos, principalmente a forma como o partilhamos...Com isto sofremos ambos na insegurança e na dúvida. "ICQ Acho que tu nunca me percebestee no fundo,

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-11846620404465241642010-06-16T20:19:00.003+01:002010-06-16T20:33:53.555+01:00

Sat, 3 Feb 2001In me unchained dreams fly...In me worths that mean nothing die...In me morning breaks in cold light...In me... you...Bring the stars upon a smile! In you... i...Keep whole a heart given over to unreal destinies...How can someone scream like the end...?How can someone's memories turn to anguish... a goodbye?The one you fear won´t leave behind...the sound of small feet pounding hard

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-24713442152761347322010-06-06T22:56:00.009+01:002010-08-28T14:27:02.587+01:00

Os teus escritos estão a terminar...Talvez seja a altura de encerrar este capítulo depois de tantos anos.Não, não se trata de nenhuma obsessão patológica pelo passado, mas na verdade foi um passado bem mais interessante que o presente. Prefiro manter-te perto por enquanto.Acho que volto a cair no mesmo erro que nos afastou e que nunca tive coragem para te confessar: perpetuar algo de ti, mas não

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-67034044047460879742010-06-06T22:46:00.004+01:002010-06-06T23:53:30.476+01:00

28/01/2000Fecho os olhos despertonas tuas palavras...e sei que em mim insistetodo esse transtorno do abandono...inconvidado e triste...sem alegria...o saber do coração...orla vazia...tão só....sorri, porque o sintoSUOSF

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-24472496763968278762010-05-25T15:54:00.006+01:002010-05-28T21:15:23.677+01:00

Disseste-me um dia que o teu plano era ir trabalhar para o Porto, bem no centro, pela Av. dos Aliados. Estavas a tentar uma transferência para lá e não ia demorar muito. Engraçado... quando irias ficar mais perto de mim, acabaste por te afastar para sempre...Esta semana tive de ir à Av. dos Aliados... imaginei encontrar-te por detrás dos assuntos que teria de tratar... ia ser divertido se fosses

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-13677374751082232472010-05-14T22:49:00.001+01:002010-05-14T22:50:02.295+01:00

Dream on lover.Closed my eyes, found comfort in your smile.These are the things that make me breathe.The air you inhale makes it worth to gain wings.This time i’ll wish for a perfect dream with you..Goodnight lover,I hope you sleep on velvet wings.Dream on lover,I know you can teach angels to sing.For all the waiting…For all the dreaming…For on and ever…For what that’s worth….Civic

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Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-54539639261687787382010-04-08T18:54:00.002+01:002010-04-08T18:55:32.589+01:00

By H. W. AudenStop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,Silence the pianos and with muffled drumBring out the coffin, let the mourners come.He was my North, my South, my East and West,My working week and my Sunday rest,My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.The stars are not wanted now; put out

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.My mind starts drifting ....Beyond my hopes there are no feelings!After years of restling with shadows...I feel like someone that heard the whisperedconfidences of the abyss.In my skin the horror at the idea of leaving or staying.Beyond my hopes there are no reasons...Just someone I miss!!.The compassion adrifted when the wind blows...The blanket skies that you pretend with a smile,Stars and a

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-84080142069380472702010-02-21T20:20:00.003Z2010-05-14T19:36:41.958+01:00

The sun sunk low in its curved and imperceptible fall,Without rays... wihtout heat... stricken to death,Through your eyes i see lights beginning to appear along the shore...Affection comes and departs evoling the spirit of the past in us all,Holding us together for what we adore...Holding our hearts through our icy breath...To the right of us a lighthouse in its spectral illumination,Far in the

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-72191759956028697062010-02-14T11:34:00.009Z2011-03-15T22:53:54.410Z

....Espero que todo esse amor que tinhas para dar esteja bem vivo, presente no coração de alguém e partilhado até à eternidade.O nosso amor não foi eterno mas a saudade será....FELIZ DIA DOS NAMORADOSMeu (único e verdadeiro) amor!.

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-61933479817605340122010-02-10T00:17:00.004Z2010-02-10T00:22:12.591Z

"A pior saudade é a do que ficou por acontecer..."Talvez esteja na altura de finalmente desfolhar as páginasSem a tua presençaMas sempre com a tua memória.Afinal sempre foi esta a melhor palavra para me definir: desassossego

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-61040868806578464552010-02-02T22:38:00.003Z2010-08-28T14:30:00.951+01:00

Casa da MúsicaRemix Ensamble - O Livro do Desassossego9 Fevereiro19:30Sempre esperei um dia ler o Livro do Desassossego contigo... como esperava pedir-te para me leres todos os poemas que escreveste e me enviaste... e explicares o sentido.Ainda não li o Livro, continua guardado na estante e na alma.Dos teus poemas esperava fazer um livro... que sempre achei estar à altura deste,merecer o mesmo

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-33592428731929999442010-01-30T18:47:00.001Z2010-01-30T18:47:12.721Z

All the love gone bad turned my world to black...I KNOW THAT SOMEDAY YOU'LL HAVE A BEAUTIFUL LIFE I KNOW YOU'LL BE A SUN IN SOMEBODY ELSE'S SKYBUT WHYWHYWHY CAN'T IT BECAN'T IT BE MINE...

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Sun, 14 Jan 2001 02:27:18Endless rainy days in my hidden face... shame,Hesitant brightness abandon me... fear,The silence of ardent thought... secrecy,The flaming abyss of emptiness... sky's velvety!Tormented conscience... killing blame...... revealed immortal intimacy within the depths of my thinking...... of my true me... the one i try so hard to forget.As i stand by the window of my bitter

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-21221301241923562732010-01-02T15:12:00.005Z2010-02-26T20:04:58.200Z

Miguel,Entraste na minha vida há algum tempo.... e ainda permaneces tão vivo como antes.Passaste a ser o modelo de comparação, elevaste tão alto a fasquia que ninguém conseguiu voltar a igualá-la......por isso permaneço só.Mas na verdade nem tu próprio o conseguiste, e deixei-te ir.A fasquia não era real... não eras tu que eu queria, antes a concepção que criei em teu redor. Essa fasquia

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-16743947015587054862009-11-29T20:42:00.001Z2009-11-29T20:42:26.828Z

Porque em cada momento encontro sempre algo que me recorda..."Nem sei porque você se foiQuantas saudades eu sentiE de tristezas vou viverE aquele adeus, não pude darVocê marcou em minha vidaViveu, morreu na minha históriaChego a ter medo do futuroE da solidão, que em minha porta bateE euGostava tanto de vocêGostava tanto de você"

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Sat, 13 Jan 2001 02:21:00Give me the splendid silent sun with all his beams full-dazzling,Give me autumnal fruit ripe and red from the orchard,Give me a field where the unmow'd grass grows,Give me an arbor, give me the trellis'd grape,Give me fresh corn and wheat, give me serene-moving animals teachingcontent,Give me nights perfectly quiet as on high plateaus west of theMississippi, and I looking

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-41768528586401899362009-11-08T00:56:00.004Z2009-11-08T01:05:27.736Z

" Como é possível perder-teSem nunca te ter achadoNem na polpa dos meus dedosSe ter formado o afagoSem termos sido a cidadeNem termos rasgado o céuSem descobrirmos a corSem sentir que eras meuComo é possível perder-teSem nunca te ter achadoMinha raiva de ternuraMeu ódio de conhecer-teMinha alegria perdura"Adaptado de Maria Teresa Horta

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-76130647095221410392009-10-20T19:41:00.002+01:002009-10-20T19:48:22.069+01:00

Mon, 10 Jan 2000 22:09:41... a ti recolho imundo em ternura...... a ti o subir ao colorir... difuso o tornar,a ti conduzido moinho sem movimento... em gestos mendigos... trémulos!... a ti o que pressinto... sem cura... no sorrir de um só momento...... a ti a aragem descansada de uma estrela a florir...A ti este meu quieto... recordar... sozinho onde sempre estarei,... a ti em todo o meu abandono.

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Sun, 2 Jan 2000... i drive the night as inking candy canes with colours of madness,Disturbance in each "... you made me cry...",Released as a letting me be returning,Achieving my own simple isolation... dwindled existence breaking through the abandoned demigods,As an anonymous delusion!Maybe i´m alone... standing beside the nothingness of life... overflowing the somnolent words of a reminded

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-17251688332282110942009-07-18T17:34:00.003+01:002009-07-18T17:41:44.342+01:00

Olho para o teu nome na minha lista de contactos no telemóvel... ainda estás lá, embora acredite que provavelmente aquele número não existe mais.Mas tu ainda existes...

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-55863579940050811662009-05-20T17:28:00.001+01:002009-05-20T17:28:38.550+01:00

Hope there's someoneHope there's someoneWho'll take care of me When I die, will I goHope there's someoneWho'll set my heart free Nice to hold when I'm tiredThere's a ghost on the horizon When I go to bed How can I fall asleep at night How will I rest my headOh I'm scared of the middle place Between light and nowhere I don't want to be the one Left in there, left in thereThere's a man on the

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-50319438119818442982009-04-06T22:02:00.001+01:002009-04-06T22:05:25.458+01:00

Regressarei aos teus escritos em breve...Espero finalmente ter o tempo por que sempre esperei.Tenho saudades.

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-87761490428895241102008-12-31T17:08:00.004Z2010-02-10T00:24:58.525Z

Ainda não foi este ano que terminou a nossa história.. as tuas palavras.Talvez 2009 traga novo sentido ao passado ou diferente destino ao futuro...Por enquanto... és presente.

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Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-55469058829124621462008-08-02T16:24:00.000+01:002008-12-08T23:54:28.290Z

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-28617079656069721262008-07-19T20:03:00.003+01:002009-10-20T19:30:07.453+01:00

Words seem to be goneNo more thoughtsEmpty spiritNo more lonely tearsOr fears...Just songs to remind meWhat could have been...If you weren´t gone...

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-78154405944317229362008-06-14T17:58:00.002+01:002008-08-28T23:13:43.213+01:00

You were made for me actually...

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-47969115906186894052008-06-13T13:46:00.002+01:002008-06-13T13:48:49.118+01:00

Ser feliz é sentir a convicção que estamos no caminho certo e que temos aquilo que desejamos.O limite da nossa felicidade é afinal, o nosso desejo...

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Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-56580591017982457262008-04-27T18:32:00.001+01:002008-04-27T18:33:30.139+01:00

Eu sou a chave e o portãoAmável DeusaGuia nas encruzilhadas e estradasRainha das BruxasIntensa e sensível!HécateEra isto o que querias dizer-me?...

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-78693425236577997632008-04-06T21:50:00.002+01:002008-04-06T21:56:28.040+01:00

There's something I need to say But I'll wait for you There's so many things I need to say And no one to say them but you ...Because you Take me Make me Believe ...I write down all my secrets But i don't feel self-assured I swallow them as soon as someone Enters my bedroom door ...Please tell me about loveI never really understood that stuffDays fall into nightsBut wrong won't turn to right...So

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-59549091588945273152007-06-17T18:57:00.001+01:002009-07-18T17:45:06.198+01:00

...The emptiness when you were gonekept ringing in my head Told myself I really had to move along now Stop regretting all the things I left unsaid'Cos everywhere I go There's a love song That reminds me of you And even though I knew I had to be strong I was still not over you 'Cos I still believe and I could see How there's nothing left of you and me That time is over 'Cos I'm so not over you Now

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-11807117995118088532007-06-17T18:43:00.000+01:002008-12-08T23:54:28.565Z

Stay Under Ours Stars ...Forever...Wherever

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-81994236014343918582007-06-17T18:05:00.000+01:002007-06-17T18:15:37.137+01:00

Sat, 25 Dec 1999... tilintavam despojadas gotas de um poder... frias... sós... em mim,Abraço a pele... sinto o cheiro humano... estendo o escorrer de amar...E sei que nem tudo seria diferente... apenas para nós... recordarias...... fustigavam cinzentas e indiferentes... e agarro esse para sempre errar...Embalo-o mais uma vez... dele o carinho... o quente se o houver !?Cegas mãos que arremesso...

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-8966489267746840472007-02-24T16:51:00.000Z2007-02-24T16:53:54.985Z

Thu, 25 Nov 1999... o ar inspirava envergonhado... perdido... sim, eu!Abro os braços de derrota...Agito por ter sido... seu... não amado... e pergunto-me.... será?Abraço... tal fim sem rota... sempre o mesmo... diferente!Sonho que sonho... sonho fingir.... e no vazio... existir,Só... e no que nunca digo... o que sou contigo... queres?Eu sou o longe de um quem és tu para mim...No despertar de um

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-1169309876425744742007-01-20T16:16:00.000Z2007-01-20T16:17:56.436Z

..."Estas linhas que hoje escrevo São do livro da memória Do que eu sinto por ti E tudo o que tu me dás É parte da história Que eu ainda não vivi E a força do desejo Faz-me chegar perto de ti" ...Andre Sardet

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-1168800017245771762007-01-14T18:34:00.000Z2007-01-14T18:43:20.056Z

The seat is empty... like my soulBut you´re always therewith me.

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-1159112992992158692006-09-24T16:47:00.001+01:002009-10-20T19:33:20.254+01:00

Spend all your time waitingfor that second chancefor a break that would make it okaythere's always one reasonto feel not good enoughand it's hard at the end of the dayIn the arms of an angelFly away from hereFrom this dark cold hotel roomAnd the endlessness that you fearYou are pulled from the wreckageOf your silent reverieYou're in the arms of the angelMay you find some comfort thereSARAH

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-1157918266189093262006-09-10T20:56:00.000+01:002006-09-10T20:57:46.200+01:00

Thu, 28 Oct 1999 00:44Na erma inutilidade do meu fechado sonho... destinos sem partir,Embrenham-se demorados e prolongam-se ... pérfidos...E nas mãos da minha palidez indolente ... quem não existe!... a confidência que recomponho... sem sorrir... porque sou triste...... e na brisa que assoma o amor entregue...... flui...... rui... dolente... eco morto e ... fui!... agora...sei-me... promessa de

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-1157235261593399582006-09-02T22:20:00.000+01:002006-09-03T00:04:33.480+01:00

Sat, 23 Oct 1999 22:40:05 +0100... sem que seja meu esse amargo diluído... sinto-o,Alheio esquecido... lento indistinto... e a voz...... para além do último timbre,Paira pequenina ... dá... ambíguo receber...... para além do frágil sem ser... errante atroz,Instinto que enlouquece infindo... antes que te sintas só... lancetante,... para além do que finjo... onde estarei?... aquela alegria

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-1153699779802950102006-07-24T01:07:00.000+01:002006-07-24T01:16:14.530+01:00

I turned my back on all the things that gave me troubleThought that maybe you'd leave tooI placed myself in a self reflecting bubbleTo start living the way I wanted toAnd when I told you that I loved you well I wasn't being trueAnd now I start to notice what I am without youTheresa Sokyrka

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-1151771686368222392006-07-01T17:31:00.000+01:002006-09-03T00:02:49.270+01:00

Sun, 12 Sep 1999...um quase fim para o início......um quase marulhar para o sonho......apenas um pedido mergulhado,Amar o sorriso que ponho...para ti!...um quase arrastar pelo querer......um quase tê-lo...confesso!...num através de tudo o que parece,Na urgência de uma agora...imerso......um quase sentir... não importa a dor......um quase trespassar...será nunca?...e do sulcar de amor...sê-lo,Teu.M

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-1146598927085137352006-05-02T20:39:00.000+01:002006-05-02T20:42:07.096+01:00

Empty... waiting for you...

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-1143395236645324452006-03-26T18:39:00.000+01:002006-03-26T18:55:08.376+01:00

Sun, 12 Sep 1999 How beautiful to be when all is full of love?How to whisper a secret only for you to hear?How to show you colours when there are none to see?How to leave by the back door and throw away the key?How to know if you even need someone to blame?How to hold you so tight and feel like a dreamer?How to mirror myself out?How to replace the missing in me?... without an invisible tear......

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-1139183476695061052006-02-05T23:48:00.000Z2006-02-05T23:54:05.286Z

"Sharon Pogue: Tell me straight out, who are you? Catch: Why, what is it you're looking for? Sharon Pogue: Your life, I want no surprises Catch: My name is Catch, I don't commit any crimes, I walk around town, that's all of it, except for you, the way I feel about you Sharon Pogue: Which is? Catch: Surprising, I thought it was impossible, I thought I was [pauses] Sharon Pogue: You thought you

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-1137874272617779482006-01-21T20:03:00.000Z2006-01-21T20:13:05.726Z

Yes, I´ve been to Parisand I didn´t find youBut I met the full moonWith your reflex on it...Yes, I left for that longI´ve been so far away...And you were still thereAlways with me in that travel adventureYou´re always here...For that longYou´re always everywhere...Maybe "forever" exists after all!...

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-1124630729670058792005-08-21T14:20:00.000+01:002005-08-21T14:27:47.493+01:00

What if you were still hereWould you go with meIn this travel adventure?Would we finally meet in Paris As we have dreamed one day?Would I be leaving for so long?And meet you at the moon every nightWhile so far away?What if...?

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-1122149898613489602005-07-23T21:11:00.000+01:002005-07-23T21:22:22.586+01:00

Sun, 5 Sep 1999 21:42:07... smiling like a wounded dream...... descending into delicious voluptuousness...... watching people with flowers in their hands...... kids sucking complaining spoons...... dolphins playing in the silvery waves...... forbidden silhouettes slipping through a timid moon's eclipse...... and all you can ask yourself is... have you that sad-hearted needing?... have you?...

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-1118792265961450762005-06-15T00:33:00.000+01:002005-06-15T00:37:45.966+01:00

"I am cold, distant, Increasingly resistant to your smileThis I can´t deny..."LC

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-1117625107149363032005-06-01T12:22:00.000+01:002005-07-23T21:23:06.080+01:00

08/07/99Teu corpo real que dormeE um frio no meu ser...Os meus desjos são cansaçosDe quem quer ter nos braçosA ideia de te ter...

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-1116169745892750822005-05-15T15:55:00.000+01:002005-05-15T16:13:21.986+01:00

Decidi procurar-te... bem, não propriamente a ti. Mas à tua terra. Segui direcções opostas, atravessei encruzilhadas, percorri caminhos perdidos... Acho que aquela hora em que atravessei a tua morada foi igual ao tempo em que tu atravessaste a minha vida... em direcções opostas, por entre encruzilhadas e em caminhos que se perderam.Não cheguei a encontrar-te... também não sei se queria. Mas

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-1113668765394412682005-04-16T17:20:00.000+01:002005-04-16T17:26:05.396+01:00

ICQ - 29/06/99......"Coisas pequenas sãoCoisas pequenasSão tudo o que eu te quero darE estas palavras são coisas pequenasQue dizem que eu te quero amarAmar, amar, amarSó vale a penaSe tu quiseres confirmarQue um grande amor não é coisa pequenaQue nada é maior que amarE a hora, que te espreita, é só tuaDecerto, não será só a que restaA hora que esperei a vida toda É estaE a hora que espreita, que

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... for what I need to needfor whom I wanted to bejust a reason from you...Fri, 25 Jun 1999... não vou esquecer o que vi no sentir do teu olhar... num lugar em mim,... o que sou para ti,... no tempo que passou,... e fico sem um fim...... como sou...... ficas?

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-1111331868451837472005-03-20T15:09:00.001Z2010-01-02T16:17:32.600Z

Naquela altura mal sabia quais eram... quando tu me mostraste uma papoila solitária e me disseste por que gostavas tanto de papoilas. E eu passei a gostar ainda mais!Mas aquilo era apenas um pormenor! Tinha-te a ti!Agora passo todos os dias por uma estrada ladeada por uma berma cheia de papoilas... muitas papoilas vermelhas. É como se todas as manhãs te olhasse nos olhos e te dissesse "bom dia"!

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Sun, 6 Jun 1999... esperei esse teu fazer despertar... que em amor se desfaz...... esperei o não pensar e o desejo...... de nunca sentir o medo de te perder!... esperei por um talvez nunca partir...... esperei que me mostrasses o quanto preciso... em ti...... na urgência de um agora... naufragar!Esperei por ti.

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-1104436835630837742004-12-30T19:58:00.000Z2004-12-30T20:00:35.630Z

Paris... lembras-te? Talvez para o ano. Aceito.

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-1103997560445138772004-12-25T17:56:00.000Z2005-03-20T15:21:44.796Z

Confesso que não pensei em ti nesta noite de Natal.... Estava demasiado sozinha, pensei em mim.Gostava que este Natal te trouxesse todos os presentes desejados.Qual seria o que mais gostarias de receber?Eu sei qual seria o meu...

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-1102280276448725122004-12-05T20:51:00.000Z2004-12-05T20:57:56.446Z

It´s a look This game we play We can´t escape we have to attend Its life you see When I have tried to amuse myself To celebrate the funfair The pleasures I seek are far too discreet for me And all the time the world unwinds I can´t deny the way I feel The truth is lost Beyond this lonely carousel And all these words, they mean nothing at all Just a cruel remedy a strange tragedy Of what will

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-1101605810626466042004-11-28T01:30:00.000Z2004-11-28T01:42:44.400Z

Desta vez fui à procura de uma história e encontrei poesia... Walt Whitman. O da nossa história. Afinal não foi por aí que tudo começou? Deste-me a descobrir um novo mundo... que parece querer envolver-me a cada instante. Sem contar... sem procurar.

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-1101432135918132682004-11-26T01:13:00.000Z2004-11-26T01:24:33.156Z

E não é que sem querer, por um acaso, vou ao encontro da música e afinal encontro a voz... Beth Gibbons... Portishead. Ao vivo, à minha frente! Sem sequer imaginar, sem a procurar. Há encontros extraordinários! Encruzilhadas carregadas de simbolismo! Serão um sinal? Gostava de te encontrar... reencontrar assim... sem contar, sem procurar.

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-1101153654115367192004-11-22T19:46:00.000Z2004-11-22T20:00:54.116Z

I'm so tired of playing, Playing with this bow and arrow, Gonna give my heart away, Leave it to the other girls to play. For I've been a temptress too long, Oh yeah, Give me a reason to love you, Give me a reason to be a women, I just want to be a woman From this time unchained, Were all looking at a different picture, Through this new frame of mind, A thousand flowers could

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Sun, 30 May 1999 19:45:49 +0100... a loucura do impossível nos silêncios de afectividade sempre provocaram em mim consumação, vacuidade e ao mesmo tempo, irrupções do imaginário ... Achas-te capaz de fazer algo por alguém ? "... por ti, para mim, por nós ... sim ... ser feliz ! ... porque o dizem os olhos !

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-1098575938694339632004-10-24T01:52:00.000+01:002004-10-24T01:00:02.290+01:00

Descobri uma rádio muito parecida contigo... acho que irias gostar. Há momentos em que parece que estás aqui... quando as músicas controem o teu retrato e parecem sussurrar a tua poesia... Nunca pensei que um som pudesse reflectir uma imagem tão real!

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-1097342911210166942004-10-09T18:26:00.000+01:002004-10-09T18:31:41.030+01:00

Fri, 5 Jan 2001 22:52:32 Shadowed by an eyable moon of unapparent transfused light, Our dreams seem a close, dark, vague, warm sense of seeing… … unseen mysteries rest unremembered upon a infinitely far picture… inside! All that togetherness… thought-mirroring us deep… as an icy tear, Through a dreamy kind delight… You look upon those brilliant creatures… dazzling untouched stars… … and you cry

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-1096996553843096182004-10-05T18:11:00.000+01:002004-10-05T18:17:06.686+01:00

... Muitas vezes me perguntas como estás... és estável... não sou... Mas diz-me... o que mais temes em mim é o imprevisto? não... de forma alguma Então o que mais te assusta... a incoerência? não ... A falta de inocência? não A imprevisibilidade... a falta de estabilidade?... não no partilhar, não no sentir em relação ao outro, mas em relação a si próprio e as consequências de tudo isso no resto.

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-1095939643905309512004-09-23T13:37:00.000+01:002004-09-23T12:40:43.906+01:00

- O que querias dizer com “Quem sabe...”? - A qual te referes? - Ao que enviaste por SMS - O que querias dizer com o “it”? - It... dependerá do quem sabe... - E o quem sabe... quem sabe se não dependerá do it! - Até porque o IT pode não ser emocionalmente coerente entre nós... duas pessoas nunca se contextualizam emocionalmente, não é o que dizes?

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-1095555481975263752004-09-19T01:29:00.000+01:002004-09-19T02:08:56.193+01:00

- Penso em ti como nunca pensaste em mim... o que te diz esta frase? - E precisas de mim como nunca precisei de ti? Essa frase continua a dizer-me que ainda precisas recuperar o que perdeste! - Então não entendeste o verdadeiro significado... esta frase reflecte quão intenso é o meu esforço em busca do que está perdido... - E porque me envolves dessa forma e com esse sentido? - Porque

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-1095027219688784672004-09-12T23:06:00.000+01:002004-09-12T23:15:29.986+01:00

Ainda assim... continuas a ser a password para o meu mundo... esse cujas portas eu te fechei.

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-1094326550372171092004-09-04T20:34:00.000+01:002004-09-04T20:35:50.373+01:00

25 May 1999 09:26:53 +0100 .... sweet melancholia ... nocturnal and thunderous, Etched delicately alongside me as a meddlesome emotion ... Will you ever deceive me ? As you care to show me your weakness of will... unthinking fantasies ! Heartfelt withdrawal frorn the unending inoffensiveness ... in the glimpse of life... No one ever felt the depth of warmth like the absence of you ...

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-1092521263179818122004-08-14T23:06:00.000+01:002004-08-14T23:07:43.183+01:00

23 maio 99 ....hoje estou sozinho como nunca estive ... o intimo e inconvidado ser que em mim habita, aquele que constrange e depaupera a minha existência absorta de incompreendidas lembranças, para longe se ausentou para me provocar saudade ... meu pensamento outonou perante a melancolia de cada folha caída no seu adeus ... por mais fútil que esse me pareça, um adeus nunca será indiferente a

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-1090688866401832852004-07-24T18:06:00.000+01:002004-07-24T18:07:46.400+01:00

20 maio 1999 Streetlights paint me unimaginativly through the spiritual beings i carry inside, Unmasked limitless full of meaningless sketches ... Shaken waves in someone else’s praying ! Wide awake unaffected seconds to scream out... Vulnerable immensity ... the understandable me... .... disintegrating incorporeal and incomplete... Immersed in placid beauty ... swallowed by quicksands within

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-1090181147071865482004-07-18T21:02:00.000+01:002004-07-18T21:05:47.070+01:00

"Half Day Closing" In the days, the golden days When everybody knew what they wanted It ain't here today Through the times of lasting love When parents talked of things tried and tested It don’t feel the same Dreams and belief have gone Time, life itself goes on Far beyond the shrinking skies Where money talks and leaves us hypnotised It don’t pave the way Underneath the fading sun

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-1087662581455211542004-06-19T17:25:00.000+01:002004-06-19T17:29:41.456+01:00

12 Maio 1999 Vazio frio… Reflexo d’água que fica… Sem sensação... Cinzento destino sem mim... Gemer agreste da doçura... Embalar horizonte céu em ti... ... a pensar na tua voz. ... procuro o adormecer...

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-1086999794946770592004-06-12T01:18:00.000+01:002004-06-12T01:24:22.750+01:00

3 maio 99 Come into me forever ... Farewell your innocence and you may found ... sweet alibis, Casted sorrows and shattered sights ... crumbled apologies, Hidden amongst absorbed repression and i knew ... I was in for a long time ... spreading bitterness as our own flesh missed, The scratch of fate in each not feeling the same ! Caring and waiting for the next time ... Surrender in the need of

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-1086393433022097072004-06-05T00:56:00.000+01:002004-06-05T00:57:13.023+01:00

26 abril 99 To the child within, To the silence that keeps me digging seashells in your empty hands, To the teardrops scenes i can't stop streaming from your sweet eyes, To the blank page i've become ... A never coming back ... No need to give up, No wish to hold on, What will make us cry ? The picking up pieces ... A lack of anything to say ... Despair in the meaning of losing the one ... The

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-1086013260513970662004-05-31T15:14:00.000+01:002004-06-12T01:27:42.770+01:00

Fazes anos hoje... há 4 anos que não te dou os parabéns. Há algo que me impede de te ligar. Um medo não sei bem de quê... Talvez que não existas... ou que eu já não exista para ti. Se deixamos o destino comandar é porque concordamos com ele. Se não fizemos nada há tanto tempo atrás por quê remexer nas coisas agora? Ou terá sido o destino que nos trocou as voltas e nos enganou? Só consigo

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-1085353911223653472004-05-24T00:11:00.000+01:002004-05-24T00:15:35.606+01:00

22 Abril 99 I know not other realities than that of my feelings ... Lulling me to the dreaming of something i do not allow myself to go, Vacillating close to the sweetness in you ... Wounded from all the wilderness underneath each recovered me, Things from you i can't explain ! Nobody ever knew ... as you tie me up in your lips, A succession of divinities ... carving inside, Smashing agony ...

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-1084576118202473312004-05-15T00:07:00.000+01:002004-05-15T00:11:07.330+01:00

"Why does the sun go on shining? Why does the sea rush to shore? Don't they know it's the end of the world Cause you're not here any more? Why do the birds go on singing? Why do the stars glow above? Don’t they know it's the end of the world? It ended when I lost your love I wake up in the morning and I wonder Why ev’rything’s the some as it was I can’ t understand, no I can’t understand

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-1083524821145636912004-05-02T20:07:00.000+01:002004-05-02T20:10:10.576+01:00

20 ABRIL 1999 I abandoned myself to the rage ... Holding up feelings to the tremulous flames, Rescued all there is for keep ... Disappointments that will not disconnect me from ... my life cage ! Beyond the forgotten me ... Secret and echoing words penetrate the veils of my defeat, Slanting pencils of sunlight winding promises ... My loss ... Absence of warmth in each dead tear, The only

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-1082929817126338462004-04-25T22:50:00.000+01:002004-04-25T23:13:24.593+01:00

Seg, 11 Abril 99 16:44:08 -0000 Drifting blackly in the wind ... the dead diabolical touch of madness, An empty fall through the swirling of a bottomless ocean ... the deep of deeps, Pitifully predictable my soul is a lonely emotion ... Each state of mind a prison that closes me painfully, The unmistakable enlightenment of deserted hopes ! Everything is undone ... hidden and sorrowed, an injury

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-1082229797271367342004-04-17T20:23:00.000+01:002004-04-17T20:26:11.403+01:00

Mon, 1 mar 1999 22:58:27 From the stormy light you see in my eyes you´ll fell… … there´s not much left to love! Just a red spark of occulted innocence… I´m on my way into a frightful to even contemplate empty space… … there´s not much left to miss! I miss all the hugs… I miss all those afterbirth feelings… The very last moments of ease inside my mind! From the fog in my eyes… … you contemplate

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-1081373372505410802004-04-07T22:29:00.000+01:002004-04-07T22:36:03.640+01:00

Tue, 23 Feb 1999 23:31:05 … maybe i´m just blind and waiting…?! … listening profoundly to the almost imperceptible overflowed regret… … looking for inaccessible oceans of migratory shades, Condemned to the impermanent presences of unfamiliar voices… Rosy lines pencilled on the clear shadows of the flaming sky… and I wish… Leaves could cry instead of falling … in my mind, Eyes could become part

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-1080411675545849822004-03-27T18:21:00.000Z2004-03-27T18:25:54.310Z

Sun, 14 Feb 1999 02:00:17 Each other´s perfect understanding, Many words tenderly murmured, A ladybird´s kiss… like the sea upon an unfathomable body! Intimate feeling of loss tightly round my heart… A flick of good-bye… An unchanged whisper… like the blue of a dreaming sea, I never looked so far, Said in a sorrowed way, Senses that cry out into white unhappy clouds and… … expect to become

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-1079807882874567042004-03-20T18:38:00.000Z2004-03-20T18:40:28.750Z

"Eu gostava de olhar para ti E dizer-te que és uma luz Que me acende a noite me guia de dia e seduz Eu gostava de ser como tu Não ter asas e poder voar ter o céu como fundo ir ao fim do mundo e voltar Eu não sei o que me aconteceu Foi feitiço! O que é que me deu?" ... André Sardet

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-1078610249936970282004-03-06T21:57:00.000Z2004-03-06T21:59:42.496Z

Sun, 14 Feb 1999 01:57:27 From the tiny seed of suspicion, Such a breeze had enough strength to… … tear the placid mask from the face of the sea. Missing feelings… a flower of incredible and evil revelation! Shall I go on digging hidden wild-felt feelings? Should I know what to do when fragments of soul appear… unsteadily? Faith lies in the ways of sin… disenchanted eyes of sweetness, They

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-1077979582453643712004-02-28T14:46:00.000Z2004-02-28T14:49:55.013Z

Fri, 22 Jan 1999 23:15:09 Caught under by the breeze The last moments of a everlasting lack of melancholy, Penetrating deeper and deeper into a far-reaching eye surrounding… Gliding past my weakness like inborn phantoms, Thoughts that freeze… like secret sights of a never wanted destiny! I forget to reflect my life-sensation meaning… … in the heavy night-air of disenchanted moon of desire, The

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-1077393013228432382004-02-21T19:50:00.000Z2004-02-21T19:52:10.966Z

THU, 21 JAN 1999 There i was... Lying confusedly, Beyond the seas of my sunken eyes. There i was… Blinding sunshine… insidious… dying slowly, Through an insoluble mystery… from the sea! There i heard… The expression wonderfully odd… growing murmur of voices, Within a tearfully great silence around and above. Fear by my side… Regret flashed spreading… Insensible i stood up spectrally in the

Destinationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597252.post-1076781410016940772004-02-14T17:56:00.000Z2004-02-14T23:02:16.250Z

"What moonsongs Do you sing your babies? What sunshine do you bring? Who belongs Who decides who´s crazy? Who rights wrongs where others cling? I´ll sing for you If you want me to I´ll give to you And it´s a chance I´ll have to take And it´s a chance I´ll have to break I go along Just because I´m lazy I go along to be with you And those moonsongs That you sing your babies Will be the songs to

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