Trying your luck

"You said you couldn't stay

You've seen it all before

I know

They sold you on their way

Oh, honey, that's OK

No harm, he's armed

Setting off all your alarms

When I find out

I hope it's you who set this trap

And storefronts rarely changed

At least I'm on my own again

Instead of anywhere with you

But, to me, it's all the same

And I lost my page. Again

I know this is surreal

But, I'll try my luck with you

This life is on my side

Well, I am your one?

"Believe me, this is a chance," oh oh

Let's see what's for sale

He's trying hard to give his job a chance

Oh, it's never gonna be

It's sad, but I agree

The signals don't seem right

They last for just one night, and then

I'm sorry that I said:

"That we were just good friends"

No harm, he's armed
Setting off all your alarms..."

The Strokes, Is This It, 2001

Dos meus preferidos...

Como de pai para filha...

Uma menina "pequenina" pergunta a um amigo mais velho:

- Será culpa dele ou culpa dela?

Trinta segundos de compasso, um ar paternal de quem não quer acabar com o mundo cor-de-rosa da princesa (mesmo sabendo que não há outra hipótese) e, por fim, a resposta:

- Olha... eu já me divorciei duas vezes e a culpa foi sempre minha.

Os homens são de facto hilariantes...


A parte boa é que continuamos pequeninas e princesas para a mãe e para o pai, madrasta e padrasto, irmãos, primos, tios, avós e bisavós, amigos... Mesmo quando celebramos 25 primaveras (ah pois é! parabéns a mim!!), mesmo quando atingimos 1/4 de século...

Traumático para quem espera o Peter Pan...

Sabem do que me lembrei hoje?

"You see:
In every job that must be done
There is an element of fun.

You find the fun and snap!
The job's a game!
And every task you undertake
Becomes a piece of cake
A lark! A spree!
It's very clear to me...

That a...
Spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down
The medicine go down-wown
The medicine go down
Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down
In a most delightful way..."

Performed by Mary Poppins (Julie Andrews)
Written by Richard M. Sherman and Robert B. Sherman


Hoping she´s right...

It´s massive to me...

Internet, mails, mensagens, elevadores, rock, concertos, festivais, álcool, viagens de carro, fotografia, tendas, sacos-cama... tolerância, condescendência, compreensão, respeito, felicidade, amor... desilusão, falta de espaço, partilha de coisas que deviam ser só minhas, engolir o orgulho 300 vezes quando nunca o tinha feito, chorar, limpar a cara... vezes sem conta, mais do que a conta... recomponho-me, penso, fico triste e contente ao mesmo tempo, agridoce, como sempre foi...

.

.

Uma vez quando era pequena disse à mãe:

"Só quero ser feliz".

Ela respondeu, visivelmente preocupada:

"SÓ???"...

Jess in Milano Wonderland

Duomo

Galleria Vittorio Emanuele

Não há nada como os gelados italianos, nada como o calor italiano, nada como as pastas e pizzas italianas, nada como os capuccinos italianos, nada como a moda italiana, nada como os sapatos italianos, nada como o trânsito italiano, nada como os carros italianos, nada como as casas italianas, nada como a arte italiana, nada como o à vontade dos italianos... nada como Itália...

[Isto depois de ter perdido o telemovel novo na praia e um senhor de Corroios ligar para o devolver... Nunca pensei dizer isto, mas vai ter de ser... Viva a Margem Sul!]

Apetece...

Three little birds, sat on my window
And they told me I don't need to worry
Summer came like cinnamon
So sweet,
Little girls double-dutch on the concrete

Maybe sometimes, we've got it wrong, but it's alright
The more things seem to change, the more they stay the same
Oh, don't you hesitate

Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down

You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.

Blue as the sky, sunburnt and lonely,
Sipping tea in the bar by the roadside,
(just relax, just relax)
Don't you let those other boys fool you,
Got to love that afro hair do

Maybe sometimes, we feel afraid, but it's alright
The more you stay the same, the more they seem to change
Don't you think it's strange?

Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down

You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.

'Twas more than I could take, pity for pity's sake
Some nights kept me awake, I thought that I was stronger
When you gonna realise, that you don't even have to try any longer?
Do what you want to.

Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down

Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down

Oh, you're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow...

Corinne Bailey Rae, "Put Your Records On"

Tarde domingueira...in Copenhagen Wonderland

Por aqui, sentada à beira-rio a comer waffles com gelado de banana e a beber capuccino...