Six hours. One song. No encore.
[short story]
I saw your shoes by the kitchen door and I knew I missed you
I saw your shoes by the back door and I began to miss you more
I saw your shoes on the landing and Lord I knew I cared
I saw your shoes pretty baby and I longed to have you there
I saw your shoes by the record player and I wished you'd call me
I saw your shoes by the TV set I prayed you'd call
I saw your shoes by the couch and I longed to feel your touch, babe
I saw your shoes pretty baby and I had to have you there
I saw your shoes by the shower stall, my mind start wondering
I saw your shoes by the bedroom door and my heart starts pounding
I see your shoes at the foot of the bed and I start laughing
I see your shoes, pretty baby, but most of all I see you [I gotta have you]
I saw your shoes by the back door and I began to miss you more
I saw your shoes on the landing and Lord I knew I cared
I saw your shoes pretty baby and I longed to have you there
I saw your shoes by the record player and I wished you'd call me
I saw your shoes by the TV set I prayed you'd call
I saw your shoes by the couch and I longed to feel your touch, babe
I saw your shoes pretty baby and I had to have you there
I saw your shoes by the shower stall, my mind start wondering
I saw your shoes by the bedroom door and my heart starts pounding
I see your shoes at the foot of the bed and I start laughing
I see your shoes, pretty baby, but most of all I see you [I gotta have you]
rebecca, or so
a fraca memória para rostos, em geral, e nomes de actrizes, em particular, alguma vantagem haveria de ter: é sempre um prazer rever-te pela primeira vez.
homeland, scandal, house of cards, boston
Canções para o resto da vida | Redux edit. 22
Bebia uma caixa de ti... you taste so bitter and so sweet.
Do melhor de Joni Mitchell, numa versão de Ana Moura.
Ana Moura
A Case Of You
Do melhor de Joni Mitchell, numa versão de Ana Moura.
Ana Moura
A Case Of You
Coisas assim
Porque, tal como o nariz, o cachimbo era um elemento regular das suas feições. Seria mais natural até que de manhã saltasse do beliche sem nariz do que sem cachimbo.
Herman Melville, Moby Dick
Herman Melville, Moby Dick
lógica, simples
um 'não', parece-me, nunca é definitivo. encerra em si sempre uma possibilidade de.
já um 'sim', gosto de pensar, é definitivo. eterno até que.
já um 'sim', gosto de pensar, é definitivo. eterno até que.
o passado
tem essa vantagem extraordinária de se deixar moldar, de se deixar reconstruir, construir mesmo. isso, uma construção.
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