quinta-feira, 30 de abril de 2009
Uma das minhas músicas preferidas
Aqui vai a letra:
Unwritten - Natasha Bedingfield
Unwritten - Natasha Bedingfield
I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you can not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines
We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you can not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you can not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten
quarta-feira, 29 de abril de 2009
Anedotas
Nada melhor para começar um blog do que anedotas:
Num restaurante:
- Garçon, queria uma sandes de dinossauro.
- De dinossauro? Lamento, senhor não vou poder servi-lo.
- Porquê?
- Não temos pão...
A Joana regressa do dentista.
- Ainda te dói o dente?
- Não sei, mamã. O dentista ficou com ele.
Num restaurante:
- Garçon, queria uma sandes de dinossauro.
- De dinossauro? Lamento, senhor não vou poder servi-lo.
- Porquê?
- Não temos pão...
A Joana regressa do dentista.
- Ainda te dói o dente?
- Não sei, mamã. O dentista ficou com ele.
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