Friday, April 22, 2005

Provavelmente, a pior piada do mundo:

- Como é que se fazem omoletes de chocolate?
- Com ovos da Páscoa.

Vamos lá ver... isto pega. Está complicado...

Monday, October 18, 2004

Memories #1

Vim só matar saudades e descobir se ainda anda por aí alguém...

Wednesday, May 05, 2004

Lover, You Should've Come Over

Looking out the door i see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners
Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water
And maybe i'm too young to keep good love from going wrong
But tonight you're on my mind so you never know

When i'm broken down and hungry for your love with no way to feed it
Where are you tonight, child you know how much i need it
Too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run

Sometimes a man gets carried away, when he feels like he should be having his fun
And much too blind to see the damage he's done
Sometimes a man must awake to find that really, he has no-one

So i'll wait for you... and i'll burn
Will I ever see your sweet return
Oh will I ever learn

Oh lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late

Lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in
Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him
My body turns and yearns for a sleep that will never come

It's never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
It's never over, all my riches for her smiles when i slept so soft against her
It's never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
It's never over, she's the tear that hangs inside my soul forever

Well maybe i'm just too young
To keep good love from going wrong

Oh... lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late

Well I feel too young to hold on
And i'm much too old to break free and run
Too deaf, dumb, and blind to see the damage i've done
Sweet lover, you should've come over
Oh, love well i'm waiting for you

Lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late

Jeff Buckley

Tuesday, April 13, 2004

Até breve!

Wednesday, April 07, 2004

Contra factos, não há argumentos!

Bons dias!

I shall not laugh, I shall not cry.
I shall not be, I shall not die.

Friday, April 02, 2004


Tuesday, March 30, 2004

O maravilhoso mundo de Escher #1

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