THIRTY LINES TO MAKE YOU SMILE

1. My husband and I divorced over religious differences. He thought he was God and I didn't.
2. I don't suffer from insanity; I enjoy every minute of it.
3. I Work Hard Because Millions On Welfare Depend on Me!
4. Some people are alive only because it's illegal to kill them.
5. I used to have a handle on life, but it broke.
6. Don't take life too seriously; no one gets out alive.
7. You're just jealous because the voices only talk to me
8. Beauty is in the eye of the beer holder.
9. Earth is the insane asylum for the universe.
10. I'm not a complete idiot -- Some parts are missing.
11. Out of my mind.. Back in five minutes.
12. NyQuil, the stuffy, sneezy, why-the-heck-is-the-room-spinning medicine.
13. God must love stupid people; He made so many.
14. The gene pool could use a little chlorine.
15. Consciousness: That annoying time between naps.
16. Ever stop to think, and forget to start again?
17. Being "over the hill" is much better than being under it!
18. Wrinkled Was Not One of the Things I Wanted to Be When I Grew up.
19. Procrastinate Now!
20. I Have a Degree in Liberal Arts; Do You Want Fries With That?
21. A hangover is the wrath of grapes.
22. A journey of a thousand miles begins with a cash advance
23 Stupidity is not a handicap. Park elsewhere!
24.They call it PMS because Mad Cow Disease was already taken.
25. He who dies with the most toys is nonetheless dead.
26. A picture is worth a thousand words, but it uses up three thousand times the memory.
27. Ham and eggs. A day's work for a chicken, a lifetime commitment for a pig.
28 The trouble with life is there's no background music.
29. The original point and click interface was a Smith and Wesson.
30. I smile because I don't know what the hell is going on.
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Outono

Mother Earth and Father Time

How very special are we
For just a moment to be
Part of life's eternal rhyme
How very special are we
To have on our family tree
Mother Earth and Father Time

He turns the seasons around
And so she changes her gown
But they always look in their prime
They go on dancing their dance
Of everlasting romance
Mother Earth and Father Time

The summer larks return to sing
Oh, what a gift they give
Then autumn days grow short and cold
Oh, what a joy to live

How very special are we
For just a moment to be
Part of life's eternal rhyme
How very special are we
To have on our family tree
Mother Earth and Father Time

Charllotte's Web

CYRANO (...) Eh bien toute ma vie est là Pendant que je restais en bas, dans l'ombre noire, D'autres montaient cueillir le baiser de la gloire !

And we're back

Arundel Castel

St. Michael's Mount

Land's End

Tintagel

Glastonbury

Avebury

Angels

Angels hide nothing and see everything.
Angels know how to light the way.
Angels know how to pull the right strings.
Angels like to do what they want, just for the heaven of it.

Prayer

Oh Great Spirit, whose voice I hear in the winds, and whose breath gives life to all the world, hear me.
~ I come before You, one of Your children, I am small and weak. I need Your strength and wisdom. Let me walk in beauty and make my eyes ever behold the red and purple sunset. Make my hands respect the things You have made, my ears sharp to hear Your voice. Make me wise, so that I may know the things You have taught my people, the lesson You have hidden in every leaf and rock. I seek strength not to be superior to my brothers, but to be able to fight my greatest enemy, myself. Make me ever ready to come to You, with clean hands and straight eyes, so when life fades as a fading sunset, my spirit may come to You without shame.

Yellow Hawk, Sioux Chief

Blackbird

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free

Blackbird fly, blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night
Blackbird fly, blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise

(Lennon/McCartney)

Caracol

Caracol, caracol, Põe os pauzinhos ao sol...

Tentaram matar o Moço Alto

Há dias em que eu me pergunto o que é que eu estou a fazer aqui.
E outros em que percebo que não poderia estar em mais lado nenhum.
Somos todos doidos.
nenhum de nós se safa.
mesmo aquele com a aparencia mais normal tem um segredo escondido.
Analfabetos, religiosos, paranóicos, hipocondiacos, claustrofóbicos, megalómanos, raivosos, medricas, valentes, incompetentes, tarados, vitimas, velhos, novos, gordos e magros, altos, baixos, bonitos, feios...
Viva nós!

Camino Real - Prayer

"Bless all con men and hustlers and pitch-men who hawk their hearts on the street, all two-time losers who're likely to lose once more, the courtesan who made the mistake of love, the greatest of lovers crowned with the longest horns, the poet who wandered far from his heart's green country and possibly will and possibly won't be able to find his way back, look down with a smile tonight on the last cavaliers, the ones with the rusty armor and soiled white plumes, and visit with understanding and something that's almost tender those fading legends that come and go in this plaza like songs not clearly remembered, oh, sometime and somewhere, let there be something to mean the word *honor* again!"
by Tennessee Williams from the play "Camino Real" (block16)

Canção Para Álbum de Moça

Bom dia: eu dizia à moça
que de longe me sorria.
Bom dia: mas da distância
ela nem me respondia.
Em vão a fala dos olhos
e dos braços repetia
bom-dia a moça que estava
de noite como de dia
bem longe de meu poder
e de meu pobre bom-dia.

Bom-dia sempre: se acaso
a resposta vier fria ou tarde vier,
contudo esperarei o bom-dia.
E sobre casas compactas
sobre o vale e a serrania
irei repetindo manso
a qualquer hora: bom dia.
Nem a moça põe reparo
não sente, não desconfia
o que há de carinho preso
no cerne deste bom-dia.

Bom dia: repito à tarde
à meia-noite: bom dia.
E de madrugada vou
pintando a cor de meu dia
que a moça possa encontrá-lo
azul e rosa: bom dia.

Bom dia: apenas um eco na mata
(mas quem diria)
decifra minha mensagem,
deseja bom o meu dia.
A moça, sorrindo ao longe
não sente, nessa alegria,
o que há de rude também
no clarão deste bom-dia.
De triste, túrbido, inquieto,
noite que se denuncia
e vai errante, sem fogos,
na mais louca nostalgia.
Ah, se um dia respondesses
Ao meu bom-dia: bom dia!
Como a noite se mudara
no mais cristalino dia!

Carlos Drummond de Andrade

O mar não é de ninguém

Se um dia eu não voltar
desenha o meu nome no chão
pede um desejo às ondas do mar
e guarda-o na tua mão

Sempre que a noite vier
quando não houver luar
dá o desejo a uma onda qualquer
e pede-lhe para eu voltar

Tenho um sorriso guardado
no aguardar dos rochedos
dizem que o tempo é que acalma as mágoas
Quem será que acalma os medos?

(Quadrilha Quarto Crescente)

Pico pico

Pico, pico, sarapico,
Quem te deu tamanho bico?
Foi a filha do juiz
Que está presa p'lo nariz
Salta a pulga na balança
Dá um berro e vai à França
Os cavalos a correr,
As meninas a aprender.
Qual será a mais bonita
Que se vai esconder?

Quem será que ganhou o jogo?

Comentário do dia

- Este museu é muito primitivo não é?
- Desculpe?
- É Etnológico por isso é primitivo!
- Desculpe?????
- Primitivo, Etnológico, os ratos não teem rodinhas...

No Coments

Dark side

"Come and ask me if I want to dance with you
I think you will.
It gets cold and lonely on my dark side of the moon,
The air thin and chill.

Come and show me what the grey world looks like when it's blue;
I think you can.
You've got golden lips and I have got a silver spoon;
We don't need romance

'cause i've danced with romeos and gigolos, philosophers and slackers,
vagabonds and cambridge dons, the king of cool heir apparent,
infidels and jezebels, and poets with no talent...
but they've never shone on the dark side of my moon.

I was thinking love is just a complicated game
You play in the dark.
No-one told me strategy was only for defence
And winners thank luck.

Take my hand and show me how to spin around this floor;
I don't know how!
Come unlearn me everything i've ever learned before,
I'm ready now.

Now that you've warmed me, i never want to be that cold again.
Cold may be easy but nothing,
Nothing comes to nothing in the end.

Take my hand and lead me where the music is alive;
I think you can.
You've got golden lips and a whole lifetime in your eyes;
We don't need no plan.

Come and ask me if i want to dance with you;
I think you will
And when a thousand moons have spun around this earth of ours
We'll be dancing still..."

Polly Paulusma

João e Maria

Agora eu era o herói
E o meu cavalo só falava inglês
A noiva do cowboy Era você
Além das outras três

Eu enfrentava os batalhões
Os alemães e seus canhões
Guardava o meu bodoque
E ensaiava um rock
Para as matinês

Agora eu era o rei
Era o bedel e era também juiz
E pela minha lei
A gente era obrigado a ser feliz

E você era a princesa
Que eu fiz coroar
E era tão linda de se admirar
Que andava nua pelo meu país

Não, não fuja não
Finja que agora eu era o seu brinquedo
Eu era o seu pião
O seu bicho preferido

Vem, me dê a mão
A gente agora já não tinha medo
No tempo da maldade
Acho que a gente nem tinha nascido

Agora era fatal
Que o faz-de-conta terminasse assim
Pra lá desse quintal
Era uma noite que não tem mais fim

Pois você sumiu no meu mundo
Sem me avisar
E agora eu era um louco a perguntar
O que é que a vida vai fazer de mim

Chico Buarque