Familia / Family

Infelizmente...ou até felizmente, a minha vida não tem tido grandes novidades (daí este silêncio todo no meu blog) a não ser o fato de finalmente ter realizado (com a ajuda da minha irmã, claro está :)) o sonho de ser tio. Se os há, pais babados, posso garantir que também existem tios babados. Eu sou disso exemplo. São a alegria dos meus olhos, a Gabriela e as gémeas Rita e Sofia :).

Sadly...or not, my life hasn't had many changes these past 2 years, since I last wrote something here. The biggest one, and the most significant is that I finally realized (with the big help of my sister of course :)) the dream of becoming an uncle. They're the joy of my life...Gabriela and the twins Rita and Sofia :).

A minha história de amor / My own love story

Gostava de um dia poder escrever a minha história de amor, caso eu tivesse alguma. Vejo cada vez mais remota essa possibilidade a cada dia que passa. Detesto esta solidão.

Já me contaram tantas histórias felizes, já li histórias felizes. Porque não posso ter uma também? Eu acho que bem mereço...

I'd like to write my own love story someday, that is, if I had one to write. I see the oportunity to do so fade away each day that passes. I hate this loneliness that takes control of me. Many have told me, and I've read about happy love stories. Why can't I have my own? I think I deserve it...

Confessions of a Broken Heart

Não é o que se passe comigo porque tenho um pais fantásticos e a eles devo tudo o que sou mas ouvi esta música pela primeira vez e amei e decidi partilhar aqui.



I wait for the postman to bring me a letter.
And I wait for the good Lord to make me feel better.
And I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders.
Family in crisis that only grows older.
Why'd you have to go?
Why'd you have to go?
Why'd you have to go?

Daughter to father, daughter to father!
I am broken, but I am hoping.
Daughter to father, daughter to father!
I am crying, a part of me's dying.
And these are, these are, the
confessions of a broken heart!

And I wear all your old clothes your polo sweater.
I dream of another you, one who would never.
Never, leave me alone to pick up the pieces. Daddy to hold me, that's what I needed.

So,why'd you have to go?
Why'd you have to go?
Why'd you have to go?

Daughter to father, daughter to father!
I don't know you, but I still want to.
Daughter to father, daughter to father!
Tell me the truth, did you ever love me?
Cause these are, these are,
the confessions....!!! of a broken heart!
Of a broken heart!

I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I ... I ... I ...
I love you!

Daughter to father, daughter to father!
I don't know you, but I still want to.
Daughter to father, daughter to father!
Tell me the truth, did you ever love me?
Did you ever love me?
These are the confessions of a broken heart!

Ohh ... yeah

And I wait for the postman to bring me a letter.
(Lindsay Lohan)

Longa Caminhada...estrada que parece interminável

Por vezes sinto um aperto cá dentro. Algo que nem eu consigo explicar. Sinto-me perdido, tento procurar respostas e não as consigo encontrar. Sinto raiva porque a vida está ser tão injusta comigo. Há quem consegue ser feliz, porque não hei de conseguir eu? Afinal há gente que consegue com tão pouco...

Ando numa eterna busca pela felicidade mas estou a ver que está cada vez mais distante. Será que o defeito é meu? O que faço eu de tão errado? Não há ninguém perfeito e eu óbvio que não sou excepção.

Sei bem o que quero, então porque será que está tão complicado ser feliz?

Limbo No More

Por vezes surgem por aí músicas que parecendo que não dizem exactamente aquilo que somos, que sentimos, pelo que passamos. Em tempos achava (e de certo modo continuo a achar) que a música que melhor me descrevia era a "Don't Want to fight No More" daquela que é e será sempre a minha diva, a Tina Turner, mas eis que de repente dou por mim a ouvir esta música da Alanis Morissette e de facto não há melhor música que possa descrever-me do que esta...



My house, my role
My friends, my man
My devotion to god
All the more feels indefinite

Nothing's been clear
Nothing's been in
Nothing's felt true
And I've never had both feet in
Nothing's belonged
Nothing's been yes
Nowhere's been home
And I'm ready to be limbo no more

My taste, my peers
My identity, my affiliation
All the more feels indefinite

Nothing's been clear
Nothing's been in
Nothing's felt true
And I've never had both feet in
Nothing's belonged
Nothing's been yes
Nowhere's been home
And I'm ready to be limbo no more

I sit with filled frames
And my books and my dogs at my feet
My friends by my side
My past in a heap
Thrown out most of my things
Only kept what I need to carve
Something consistent and notably me

Tattoo on my skin
My teacher's in heart
My house is a home
Something at last I can feel a part of
Sense of myself
My purpose is clear
My roots in the ground
Something at last I can feel a part of
Something aligned
To finally commit
Somewhere I belong
Cuz I'm ready to be limbo no more
My wisdom applied
A firm foundation
A vow to myself
'Cuz I'm ready to be limbo no more

I Don't Believe You!

Quem já não passou por isto? De certeza que muitos de nós já. Amar alguém e não ser correspondido. Queremos acreditar que não é verdade, que tudo não passa de um sonho, mas...

I don’t mind it
I don’t mind at all
It’s like you’re the swing set
And I’m the kid that falls
It’s like the way we fight
The times I’ve cried
We come to blows
And every night
The passion’s there
So it’s got to be right
Right?

No I don’t believe you
When you say don’t come around here no more
I won’t remind you
You said we wouldn’t be apart
No I don’t believe you
When you say you don’t need me anymore
So don’t pretend to
Not love me at all

I don’t mind it
I still don’t mind at all
It’s like one of those bad dreams
When you can’t wake up
It’s like you’ve given up
You’ve had enough
But I want more
No I won't stop
Because I just know
You’ll come around
Right?

No I don’t believe you
When you say don’t come around here no more
I won’t remind you
You said we wouldn’t be apart
No I don’t believe you
When you say you don’t need me anymore
So don’t pretend to
Not love me at all

Just don’t stand there and watch me fall
Because I, because I still don’t mind at all

It’s like the way we fight
The times I’ve cried
We come to blows
And every night
The passions there
So it’s got to be right,
Right?

No I don’t believe you
When you say don’t come around here no more
I won’t remind you
You said we wouldn’t be apart
No I don’t believe you
When you say you don’t need me anymore
So don’t pretend to
Not love me at all

I don’t believe you
(by Pink - FunHouse Album)

Somebody to Love

I still believe in Love...do you?


Paris France to Michigan
London town and through Berlin
I can’t believe this place I’m in
Everywhere and back again
Porcelain and China Dolls
Give me one and I’ve seen them all
Got my back against the wall
Wonder where I’ll be tomorrow?
But wait, now how long could this take?
It’s hard to find a man,
When you’re gone before he wakes.
They say it’s hard to achieve
But can’t a girl believe?

CHORUS:
Is there somebody who still believes in love?
I know you’re out there
There’s got to be somebody
I search around the world
But I can’t seem to find
Somebody to love

ROBIN THICKE:
Baby girl, there you at
Looking at me like a putty cat
Wondering where that thing is at
Wondering where your ring is at
Nobody ever did it quite like this
Nobody ever did it quite like you
Do your hair, I bought you shoes
We can hit the town like superstars do
You lookin’ for love? Then let me show you love
Give me the key to your heart
I can give you what you want
When you’re waiting for love
And you’re lookin’ for someone
I’mma turn this gossip girl into a woman

CHORUS:
Is there somebody who still believes in love?
I know you’re out there (I know you’re out there)
There’s got to be somebody
I search around the world
But I can’t seem to find
Somebody to love

Is there somebody who still believes in love?
I know you’re out there
There’s got to be somebody
I search around the world
But I can’t seem to find
Somebody to love
Je t’adore, Je t’adore (I love you, I love you)
Make a move, do the thing
Turn around, strike a pose
Je t’adore, Je t’adore (I love you, I love you)
Make a move, do the thing
Turn around, strike a pose
Ooh, I like it
Ooh, I need it
Ooh, I want it
Hey Hey
I know it’s hard to achieve
But can’t a girl believe?

CHORUS:
Is there somebody (Is there somebody?)
who still believes in love? (Who still believes?)
I know you’re out there (I know you’re out there)
There’s got to be somebody
I search around the world
But I can’t seem to find
Somebody to love
Is there somebody who still believes in love? (who still believes)
I know you’re out there (who still believes)
There’s got to be somebody
I search around the world
But I can’t seem to find
Somebody to love
(You say hello, I say goodbye) x2
Somebody to love