quarta-feira, 26 de março de 2008

sábado, 8 de março de 2008

terça-feira, 4 de março de 2008

A sala vermelha

Isto é um jogo cujo objectivo é sair da sala usando, para isso, varios objectos. Quando for necessario inserir um codigo usem 1994. Divirtam-se

PLAY CRIMSON ROOM

domingo, 3 de fevereiro de 2008

When you're gone (lyrics)

I always needed time on my own
I never thought I'd need you there when I cry
And the days feel like years when I'm alone
And the bed where you lie
is made up on your side

When you walk away
I count the steps that you take
Do you see how much I need you right now?

When you're gone
The pieces of my heart are missing you
When you're gone
The face I came to know is missing too
When you're gone
All the words I need to hear to always get me through the day
And make it OK
I miss you

I've never felt this way before
Everything that I do
Reminds me of you
And the clothes you left
they lie on my floor
And they smell just like you
I love the things that you do

When you walk away
I count the steps that you take


Do you see how much I need you right now?

When you're gone
The pieces of my heart are missing you
When you're gone
The face I came to know is missing too
And when you're gone
The words I need to hear to always get me through the day
And make it OK
I miss you

We were made for each other
Out here forever
I know we were
Yeah Yeah

All I ever wanted was for you to know
Everything I do I give my heart and soul
I can hardly breathe, I need to feel you here with me
Yeah

When you're gone
The pieces of my heart are missing you
When you're gone
The face I came to know is missing too
When you're gone
The words I need to hear will always get me through the day
And make it OK
I miss you

Avril Lavigne

ps: palavras para quê? Um coração destroçado pela ausencia... tal como o meu...

James Morrison - You give me something

When you're gone

sábado, 2 de fevereiro de 2008

Funeral Blues

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

-- W.H. Auden

p.s: Dedicado a alguem muito especial...

quinta-feira, 31 de janeiro de 2008

A Feroz Testemunha

Sabem qual é a nossa mais feroz testemunha? Sabem qual é o mais implacavél de todos os advogados de acusação? É algo que mora ao lado do nosso coração... a nossa consciência.

Mente Enublada

Já os textos budistas diziam: "A água turva não mostra os peixes ou conchas em baixo; o mesmo faz a mente enublada." Não deixem que as nuvens que vos assombram a mente vos impeçam de ver a realidade... Por mais dura que esta seja...