The plan it wasn't much of a plan

I just started walking

I had enough of this old town

had nothing else to do

It was one of those nights

you wonder how nobody died

we started talking

You didn't come here to have fun you said:

"well I just came for you"

But do you still love me?

do you feel the same

Do I have a chance

of doing that old dance

with someone I've been

pushing away

And touch we touched the soulthe very soul,

the soul of what we were then

With the old schemes of shattered dreams lying on the floor

You looked at me no more than sympathy

my lies you have heard them

My stories you have laughed with

my clothes you have torn

And do you still love me?

do you feel the same

And do I have a chance of doing that old dance again

Is it too late for some of that romance again

Let's go away, we'll never have the chance again

You lost that feeling

You want it again

More than I'm feeling

you'll never get

You've had a go at

all that you know

You lost that feeling

so come down and show

Don't say goodbye

let accusations fly

like in that movie

You know the one where Martin Sheenwaves his arm to the girl on the street

I once told a friend that nothing really ends

no one can prove it

So I'm asking you now

could it possibly be

that you still love me?

And do you feel the same

Do I have a chanceof doing that old dance again

Is it too late for some of that romance again

Let's go away, we'll never have the chance again

I take it all from youI take it all from youI take it all from youI take it all from you
I take it all from youI take it all from you

A casa das abóboras

Noite da Inbicta em estado hipnótico.

A casa das Abóboras, melhor sala de exposições da zona Norte. O amor encontrado nas alturas nevadas. A Bina que me tirou o medo das garras a encher-me as ventas de pelo. O leilão a patrocinar viagens, que espero que tenha sido um sucesso.

As 4 amigas portuguesas de Nova Iorque, as 3 cidades a separarem o que a amizade une. As lágrimas, as revelações, os sofás na varanda, as fotos tremidas.

Vi tudo de fora, mas trouxe tudo comigo.

A Beringela a tornar mais saudável o Campo Alegre. As palavras que ficam por dizer com tudo que um olhar transmite.

O Porto.

A. "Charlotte"P., M. "Samantha"B. , P. "Carrie"S.. AN e PA do outro lado da cidade. Os amigos.

De manhã

Depois de ouvir esta música no fim de semana e de dar atenção à letra, hoje de manhã acordei a cantá-la.

Ai que ninguém volta
ao que já deixou
ninguém larga a grande roda
ninguém sabe onde é que andou
(...)
Ao largo ainda arde
a barca da fantasia
e o meu sonho acaba tarde
deixa a alma de vigia

Ao largo ainda arde
a barca da fantasia
e o meu sonho acaba tarde
acordar é que eu não queria

(O Pastor - Madredeus)


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