De uma Maria para a outra.

Hoje, à tua Avó. Que nunca parta realmente.

Espalhar felicidade.

Há magia, quando abrimos a caixa do correio.

Hoje, e talvez só hoje, devêssemos ser duas colheres de açúcar.

Abraça-me e deixa-me chorar sem razão.

«Agora em tudo o que faço

O tempo é tão relativo

Podes vir por um abraço

Podes vir sem ter motivo

(...)

Para ti tenho todo o tempo do mundo»

Somos à antiga. E escrevo-te, em correio azul, com amor, Joana.

Querida Joana,

Hoje somos tão bonitas como ela.

I'm not calling you a liar,
Just don't lie to me.
I'm not calling you a theif,
Just don't steal from me,
I'm not calling you a ghost,
Just stop haunting me,
And i'll love you so much,
I'm gonna let you,
Kill me.

There's a ghost in my lungs
And it sighs in my sleep,
Wraps itself around my tongue,
as it softly speaks
then it walks,
then it walks with my legs

To fall,
To fall,
To fall, at your feet.

though but for the grace of god go on

And when you kiss me, i'm happy enough to die.

I'm not calling you a liar,
Just don't lie to me.
Ain't i'll love you so much,
I'm gonna let you
I'm not calling you a theif,
Just stop,
And i'll love you so much,
I'm gonna let you,
Ohh,
I'm not calling you a ghost,
Just stop..

there's a ghost in my mouth and it talks in my sleep
wraps itself around my tongue as it softly speaks
then it walks,
then it walks,
then it walks with my legs

to fall at your feet

oh but for the grace of god go on
and when you kiss me i am happy enough

Música: Florence and The Machine.

You don't understand me now
I wonder if you ever will
I wonder if you'll ever try.

And don't get sad about
All the strange things I wrote
They faded as the ink dried.

(...)

I'll catch you on the hardest falls
I'll carry you inside these walls
We'll sing through the highest tides.

So I say go, go
Hold your fists high
Grown, slow
Stand up for the fight though
I hope you never have to.

So I say run, run
My sparkling light
Have your fun
And then come home at night
I'm sure you'll tell me something new
I can see the world through you.

Música: David Fonseca.

Ontem: um concerto e bons momentos. Hoje: tudo muda.

Quanto mais te baixas mais se vêem as cuecas? Isso era antes.

in «Metro»

Caranguejo: Quando sabemos quanto somos, não há comentários maldosos que nos derrubem. Sem arrogâncias, reconheça o seu valor.