What's the story, morning glory?28.04
Toda eu estou a cintilar. Todo o meu corpo é feito de faíscas cintilantes de luz, a minha respiração de remoinhos de cores brilhantes.
Com o coração a cantar, a mente a cantarolar, a fazer vibrar o ar à minha volta, a tentar impedir as minhas moléculas de voarem em todas as direcções.
We Will Rise
És minha, Cláudia Oliveira.
Tear down the walls
Wake up the world
Ignorance is not bliss
So fed up with second best
Our time is here and now
I am the enemy
I am the antidote
Watch me closely
I will stand up - now
We will rise
Rise above
Stereotype Fools
Playing the game
Nothing unique
They all look the same
In this sea of mediocrity
I can be anything
Anything I want to be
I am the enemy
I am the antidote
Watch me closely
I will stand up - now
We will rise
Rise above.
Arch Enemy
Wake up the world
Ignorance is not bliss
So fed up with second best
Our time is here and now
I am the enemy
I am the antidote
Watch me closely
I will stand up - now
We will rise
Rise above
Stereotype Fools
Playing the game
Nothing unique
They all look the same
In this sea of mediocrity
I can be anything
Anything I want to be
I am the enemy
I am the antidote
Watch me closely
I will stand up - now
We will rise
Rise above.
Arch Enemy
24.04
É inacreditável...
Se sou o vento, o vento sou eu.O seu poder incessante flui nas minhas veias e na minha mente, tu vais encontrar o mar constantemente a mudar, a regressar como chuva.
Olho para as formas, claras e escuras, e deixo que a solução se sugira a si mesma a mim, como na pintura japonesa some-se.
A resposta está escondida dentro do problema, como a pintura está escondida dentro do papel ou a escultura dentro da pedra.
Ponto de vista melhor.
Rabbit Heart (Raise It Up)
The looking glass so shiny and new
How quickly the glamor fades
I start spinning slipping out of time
Was that the wrong pill to take (Raise it up)
You made a deal and now it seems you have to offer up
But will it ever be enough (Raise it up, raise it up)
It's not enough (Raise it up, raise it up)
Here I am a rabbit hearted girl
Frozen in the headlights
It seems I´ve made the final sacrifice
We raise it up this offering
This is a gift it comes with a price
Who is the lamb and who is the knife
Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight
I look around but I can´t find you (raise it up)
If only I could see your face (raise it up)
Instead of rushing towards the skyline (raise it up)
I wish that I could just be brave
I must become a lion hearted girl
Ready for a fight
Before I make the final sacrifice
We raise it up this offering
This is a gift it comes with a price
Who is the lamb and who is the knife
Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight
Raise it up, raise it up
And in the spring I shed my skin
And it blows away with the changing wind
The waters turn from blue to red
As towards the sky I offer it
This is a gift it comes with a price
Who is the lamb and who is the knife
Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight
This is a gift.
Florence And The Machine
How quickly the glamor fades
I start spinning slipping out of time
Was that the wrong pill to take (Raise it up)
You made a deal and now it seems you have to offer up
But will it ever be enough (Raise it up, raise it up)
It's not enough (Raise it up, raise it up)
Here I am a rabbit hearted girl
Frozen in the headlights
It seems I´ve made the final sacrifice
We raise it up this offering
This is a gift it comes with a price
Who is the lamb and who is the knife
Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight
I look around but I can´t find you (raise it up)
If only I could see your face (raise it up)
Instead of rushing towards the skyline (raise it up)
I wish that I could just be brave
I must become a lion hearted girl
Ready for a fight
Before I make the final sacrifice
We raise it up this offering
This is a gift it comes with a price
Who is the lamb and who is the knife
Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight
Raise it up, raise it up
And in the spring I shed my skin
And it blows away with the changing wind
The waters turn from blue to red
As towards the sky I offer it
This is a gift it comes with a price
Who is the lamb and who is the knife
Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight
This is a gift.
Florence And The Machine
18.04
Não há meio...
É inebriante.É um banquete para os meus sentidos esfomeados - para todos eles.
Não pode durar, mas vou apreciar enquanto isso acontecer.
Ah pois vou!
10.04
"O laço criado entre nós nunca poderia ser quebrado pela ausência, pela distância ou pelo tempo. E por muito especial, belo, brilhante que fosse, ele estava irreversivelmente alterado; tal como eu. Da mesma forma que eu sempre lhe pertenceria, ele também seria sempre meu."
Beijos e Segredos
"- Desculpa lá isto não acabar como nos contos de fadas - disse o homem a sorrir, com as mãos em volta da garganta dela, olhos nos olhos, enquanto a estrangulava.
- Se me vais matar, não pode fazer isso de uma vez? Isto é um bocado desconfortável.
- O quê, as minhas mãos? Ou o sentimento de seres um fracasso...
- Não sou um fracasso.
- ... outra vez.
Ela cuspiu-lhe na cara.
- Ainda tens alguma chama. Realmente admiro isso em ti. Acho que tu e eu nos podíamos ter dado bem. Infelizmente, não há mesmo tempo para isso.
Ela fez um último esforço, agarrando as mãos dele, em volta da sua garganta, mas ele nem sequer vacilou. Os braços penderam-lhe, indefesos.
Ele inclinou-se, tão perto do rosto dela que ela lhe conseguia sentir o bafo.
- Tens algumas últimas palavras?
- Seis: pastilhas para o mau hálito Listerine. Está mesmo a precisar.
Ele riu-se e apertou com mais força o pescoço dela, até as mãos se sobreporem.
- Adeus.
Por um segundo, os olhos dele flamejaram para os dela. Depois ela ouviu um estalido agudo e sentiu-se a cair no chão e tudo ficou negro."
- Se me vais matar, não pode fazer isso de uma vez? Isto é um bocado desconfortável.
- O quê, as minhas mãos? Ou o sentimento de seres um fracasso...
- Não sou um fracasso.
- ... outra vez.
Ela cuspiu-lhe na cara.
- Ainda tens alguma chama. Realmente admiro isso em ti. Acho que tu e eu nos podíamos ter dado bem. Infelizmente, não há mesmo tempo para isso.
Ela fez um último esforço, agarrando as mãos dele, em volta da sua garganta, mas ele nem sequer vacilou. Os braços penderam-lhe, indefesos.
Ele inclinou-se, tão perto do rosto dela que ela lhe conseguia sentir o bafo.
- Tens algumas últimas palavras?
- Seis: pastilhas para o mau hálito Listerine. Está mesmo a precisar.
Ele riu-se e apertou com mais força o pescoço dela, até as mãos se sobreporem.
- Adeus.
Por um segundo, os olhos dele flamejaram para os dela. Depois ela ouviu um estalido agudo e sentiu-se a cair no chão e tudo ficou negro."
A Violent Yet Flammable World
Oceans shape the sides
Touching down in the spaces
Soaking from a warm goodbye
An early rise offers kindly
Tonight I sleep to dream
Of a place that's calling me
It is always just a dream
Still I cannot forget what I have seen
The crowd's hard to believe
At their faces I'm looking
But your feet I'm following
In soft steps on a path the way you lead
I don't want to lose myself
It's a whisper
It's a funny thing
We fold like icicles on paper shelves
It's a pity to appear this way
You're flying when your foreign eyes
Trace the heights of the city
Steaming
With rocks and clouds we breathe
Violent skies
A shock to my own body
Speech is wild
Alive sacred and sounding
Wild
From across and beyond, oh far beyond
I don't want to lose myself
It's a whisper
It's a funny thing
We fold like icicles on paper shelves
It's a pity to appear this way
Hold, hold, hold on
I swear I saw it somewhere
Waving, wading, one, two, three, above the wakes that follow
Hold, hold, hold on
I swear I saw it somewhere
Waving, wading, one, two, three, above the wakes that follow
I don't want to lose myself
Tonight I sleep to dream of a place that's calling me
It's a whisper
It is always just a dream
It's a funny thing
Still I cannot forget what I have seen
We fold like icicles on paper shelves
With rocks and clouds we breathe, a shock to my own body
It's a pity
Alive sacred and sounding
To appear this way
From across and beyond, oh far beyond.
Au Revoir Simone
Touching down in the spaces
Soaking from a warm goodbye
An early rise offers kindly
Tonight I sleep to dream
Of a place that's calling me
It is always just a dream
Still I cannot forget what I have seen
The crowd's hard to believe
At their faces I'm looking
But your feet I'm following
In soft steps on a path the way you lead
I don't want to lose myself
It's a whisper
It's a funny thing
We fold like icicles on paper shelves
It's a pity to appear this way
You're flying when your foreign eyes
Trace the heights of the city
Steaming
With rocks and clouds we breathe
Violent skies
A shock to my own body
Speech is wild
Alive sacred and sounding
Wild
From across and beyond, oh far beyond
I don't want to lose myself
It's a whisper
It's a funny thing
We fold like icicles on paper shelves
It's a pity to appear this way
Hold, hold, hold on
I swear I saw it somewhere
Waving, wading, one, two, three, above the wakes that follow
Hold, hold, hold on
I swear I saw it somewhere
Waving, wading, one, two, three, above the wakes that follow
I don't want to lose myself
Tonight I sleep to dream of a place that's calling me
It's a whisper
It is always just a dream
It's a funny thing
Still I cannot forget what I have seen
We fold like icicles on paper shelves
With rocks and clouds we breathe, a shock to my own body
It's a pity
Alive sacred and sounding
To appear this way
From across and beyond, oh far beyond.
Au Revoir Simone
7.04
Toda a vida tem padrões - as folhas que crescem nas árvores, as correntes no oceano, os ventos do céu, a ordem da vida, os hábitos das criaturas, as inter-relações - tudo se faz de acordo com padrões.
O que torna uma coisa especial ou diferente, única, é a sua variação ao padrão.
Ter meramente características especiais não é nada se a pessoa continuar a seguir os padrões normais, quotidianos e mundanos - é um desperdício!
Caso para mais informações, abordar algum assunto, passo a ter um respectivo e-mail apenas somente para o blog:
dianaslegendary@live.com.pt
Obrigado, atenciosamente.
4.04
Ás vezes o mundo de sonho era simplesmente melhor do que a realidade e eu precisava de algum alívio.
Por isso havia alturas em que voltava a cair no antigo hábito de me refugiar dentro da bolha, porque o aharma - a verdade - era simplesmente demasiado duro.
1.04
You would run around and lead me on forever.
While I stay at home still thinking we're together.
If possible, I wanted our love to last forever.
If not impossible, I just want to dream.
While I stay at home still thinking we're together.
If possible, I wanted our love to last forever.
If not impossible, I just want to dream.
I'm Not Calling You A Liar
I'm not calling you a liar, just don't lie to me
I'm not calling you a thief, just don't steal from me
I'm not calling you a ghost, just stop haunting me
And I 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 tounge as it softly speaks
Then it walks, then it walks with my legs
To fall, to fall, to fall at your feet
There but for the grace of God go I
And when you kiss me, I am happy enough to die
I'm not calling you a liar, just don't lie to me
And I love you so much, I'm gonna let you
I'm not calling you a thief, just don't
And I love you so much, I'm gonna let you
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, to fall, to fall, to fall
To fall, to fall
To fall, to fall, to fall, to fall,
to fall, to fall, at your feet
There but for the grace of God go I
And when you kiss me, I am happy enough.
Florence And The Machine
I'm not calling you a thief, just don't steal from me
I'm not calling you a ghost, just stop haunting me
And I 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 tounge as it softly speaks
Then it walks, then it walks with my legs
To fall, to fall, to fall at your feet
There but for the grace of God go I
And when you kiss me, I am happy enough to die
I'm not calling you a liar, just don't lie to me
And I love you so much, I'm gonna let you
I'm not calling you a thief, just don't
And I love you so much, I'm gonna let you
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, to fall, to fall, to fall
To fall, to fall
To fall, to fall, to fall, to fall,
to fall, to fall, at your feet
There but for the grace of God go I
And when you kiss me, I am happy enough.
Florence And The Machine
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