Esconde-esconde

Vamos brincar de esconde-esconde?
Feche os olhos
agorinha assim.
E enquanto eu me escondo entre a terra do Nunca
e a terra de Oz
Você procura no País das Maravihas
Lentamente
Até esquecer assim completamentemente
que completamente só tem 1 mente.

Mas que coisa chata não poder brincar com as palavras!

O charme feminino...

De ponta cabeça

Upside down :D

Who's to say what's impossible?
Well they forgot this world keeps spinning
And with each new day
I can feel a change in everything

And as the surface breaks reflections fade
But in some ways they remain the same
And as my mind begins to spread its wings
There's no stopping in curiosity

I want to turn the whole thing upside down
I'll find the things they say just can't be found
I'll share this love I find with everyone
We'll sing and dance to mother nature's songs
I don't want this feeling to go away...

Who's to say I can't do everything?
Well I can try,
and as I roll along I begin to find
Things aren't always just what they seem

I want to turn the whole thing upside down!

This world keeps spinning
And there's no time to waste
Well it all keeps spinning spinning
Round and round and upside down

Who's to say what's impossible and can't be found?
I don't want this feeling to go away...

Please don't go away!

Is this how it's supposed to be...?

Esperança (reflexões de fim de ano)

"Lá bem no alto do décimo segundo andar do Ano
Vive uma louca chamada Esperança
E ela pensa que quando todas as sirenas
Todas as buzinas
Todos os reco-recos tocarem
Atira-se
E— ó delicioso vôo!
Ela será encontrada miraculosamente incólume na calçada,
Outra vez criança...
E em torno dela indagará o povo:
— Como é teu nome, meninazinha de olhos verdes?
E ela lhes dirá(É preciso dizer-lhes tudo de novo!)
Ela lhes dirá bem devagarinho, para que não esqueçam:
— O meu nome é ES-PE-RAN-ÇA..."

(QUINTANA, Mário in "Nova Antologia Poética", Editora Globo - São Paulo, 1998, pág. 118)

"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."

"Mas há dias em que nada faz sentido /E o sinais que me ligam ao mundo se desligam..."