Musicalidades

When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie
That's amore
When the world seems to shine like you've had too much wine
That's amore
Bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling
And you'll sing "Vita Bella"
Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay
Like a gay tarantella

When the stars make you drool just like a pasta fagiole
That's amore
When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet
You're in love
When you walk in a dream but you know you're not
Dreaming signore
Scuzza me, but you see, back in old Napoli
That's amore

De 0 a 20: Esta música é demais!

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De 0 a 20: Apetecia-me esfregar os olhos por dentro...

Musicalidades

in liverpool on sunday,
no traffic on the avenue
the light is pale and thin like you
no sound, down in this part of town
except for the boy in the belfry,
he's crazy, he's throwing himself
down from the top of the tower
like an unchback in heaven
he is ringing the bells in the church
for the last half an hour
he sound's like he's missing something
or someone that he knows he can't have now
and if he isn't, i certainly am.
homesick for a clock,
that told the same time
sometimes you made nosense to me
if you lie on the ground, in somebody's arms
you'll probably swallow some of their history
and the boy in the belfry he's crazy,
he's throwing himself
down from the top of the tower,
like an unchback in heaven,
he's ringing the bells in the church
for the last half an hour
he sound like he's missing something
or someone that he knows he can't have now
and if he isn't i certainly am.
i'll be the girl who sing for my supper
you'll be the monk whose forehead is high
he'll be the man who's already working
spreading a memory all trough the sky
in liverpool on sunday
no reasons to even remember you now
except for the boy in the belfry.......

De 0 a 20: Vega e mais Vega.

Mais que mil palavras...

A alegria não está nas coisas: está em nós.

De 0 a 20: Goethe.

Mais que mil palavras...

De 0 a 20: E estou assim todo o dia...

Tiro ao Alvo

Se uma pessoa diz a outra que a ama, a própria linguagem supõe a expressão "para sempre". Não tem sentido dizer: - Amo-te, mas provavelmente só durará uns meses, ou uns anos, desde que continues a ser simpática e agradável, ou eu não encontre outra melhor, ou não fiques feia com a idade. Um "amo-te" que implica "só por algum tempo" não é um amor verdadeiro. É antes um "gosto de ti, agradas-me , sinto-me bem contigo, mas de modo algum estou disposto a entregar-me inteiramente, nem a entregar-te a minha vida".

M. Santamaría Garai

De 0 a 20: Para sempre.

Na 1ª Pessoa

Não consigo sentir a minha perna.
Nem o resto do corpo, para quem interessar.

De 0 a 20: Anestesiada.

Musicalidades

I'm living a lie, I'm getting you down, feeling the same,
I wanna get 'round to loving again,
Seeing a light, stoking a flame,
I wanna go down

I wish I could fly, I wish I could die for a moment in time,
I wanna go back,
I'm loving again, I'm feeling so high, I want the same,
I wanna go back

Hey, I'm feeling alive, I was loaded as dice,
Sweet and sticky inside, I'm feeling love,
Split the night 'long the seam, break the day with a scream,
Pouring gas on a fire, inside of me,
'Cause I know, I've been bad and I'm slow,
And I'm beating my head on the floor, now I know

I wanna let you go, again,
I wanna let you go, again,
Come on

'Wanna dive in the ocean when I'm feeling impure
'Wanna get it with you, just once more
Split the night 'long the seam, break the day with a scream
Pouring gas on a fire, inside of me

Hey, I'm feeling alive, I was loaded as dice,
Sweet and sticky inside, I'm feeling love,
Split the night 'long the seam, break the day with a scream,
Pouring gas on a fire, inside of me,
'Cause I know, I've been bad and I'm slow,
And I'm beating my head on the floor, now I know

And you give me so much, that I don't have to search,
I'm feeling so fine, because I love you,
We lay down on the floor and you beg me for more,
So I scream that I love you, 'cause I really do

Hey, I'm feeling alive, I was loaded as dice,
Sweet and sticky inside, I'm feeling love,
Split the night 'long the seam, break the day with a scream,
Pouring gas on a fire, inside of me,
'Cause I know, I've been bad and I'm slow,
And I'm beating my head on the floor, now I know

I know what I want, I know what I need,
I know what I need, everything you can give,
And you give me so much, that I don't have to search,
I'm feeling so fine, because I love you

Gomo

De 0 a 20: Where did it go?

Momentos

De 0 a 20: Outer-body experience.