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2 de outubro de 2009
21 de agosto de 2009
A mestria
"You came to me this morning
And you handled me like meat.
You´d have to be a man to know
How good that feels, how sweet.
My mirror twin, my next of kin,
I´d know you in my sleep.
And who but you would take me in
A thousand kisses deep?
I loved you when you opened
Like a lily to the heat.
You see, I´m just another snowman
Standing in the rain and sleet,
Who loved you with his frozen love
His second-hand physique,
With all he is, and all he was
A thousand kisses deep.
I know you had to lie to me
I know you had to cheat
To pose all hot and high
Behind The veils of sheer deceit
Our perfect porn aristocrat
So elegant and cheap
Im old but Im still into that
A thousand kisses deep.
I'm good at love, I'm good at hate,
It's in between I freeze.
Been working out, but it's too late,
It's been too late for years.
But you look good, you really do,
They love you on the street,
If you were here, I'd kneel for you
A thousand kisses deep.
The Autumn moved across your skin,
Got something in my eye,
A light that doesn't need to live,
And doesn't need to die.
A riddle in the book of love,
Obscure and obsolete
Til witnessed here in time and blood
A thousand kisses deep.
And Im still working with the wine
Still dancing cheek to cheek
The band is playing Auld Lang Syne
But the heart will not retreat
I ran with Diz, I sang with Ray,
I never had their sweep
But once or twice they let me play
A thousand kisses deep.
I loved you when you opened
Like a lily to the heat.
You see, I´m just another snowman
Standing in the rain and sleet,
Who loved you with his frozen love
His second-hand physique,
With all he is, and all he was
A thousand kisses deep.
But you dont need to hear me now,
And every word I speak,
It counts against me anyhow
A thousand kisses deep."
14 de maio de 2009
13 de maio de 2009
Mais um desvio
6 de maio de 2009
Já falta tão pouco!!
E esta...
E as outras todas?
É que eu desfaço-me logo lá por Torres Novas e depois como é que volto para casa?!
5 de abril de 2009
Vício
I'm baaack!!
27 de março de 2009
Até já
21 de março de 2009
Abrir os olhos
Hola Aitana, me llamo Josep Mascaró y tengo 102 años. Soy un suertudo.
Suerte por haber nacido, como tú, por poder abrazar a mi mujer, por haber conocido a mis amigos, por haberme despedido de ellos, por seguir aquí.
Te preguntarás cual es la razón de venir a conocerte hoy, es que muchos te dirán que a quien se le ocurre llegar en los tiempos que corren, que hay crisis, que no se puede, ¡ja!, esto te hará fuerte. Yo viví momentos peores que éste pero, al final, de lo único que te vas a acordar es de las cosas buenas.
No te entretengas en tonterías, que las hay, y vete a buscar lo que te haga feliz, que el tiempo corre muy deprisa.
He vivido 102 años y te aseguro que lo único que no te va a gustar de la vida es que te va a parecer demasiado corta.
Estás aquí para ser feliz.
Será apenas um anúncio à "água suja do capitalismo", mas serve bem como abre-olhos!
20 de março de 2009
Muito a propósito
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