Segunda-feira, 31 de Outubro de 2005
Hotel California...
On a dark desert highway cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself
'This could be Heaven or this could be Hell'
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year, you can find it here
Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
So I called up the Captain,
'Please bring me my wine'
He said,'We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine'
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
They livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis
Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said 'We are all just prisoners here, of our own device'
And in the master's chambers,
They gathered for the feast
The stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can't kill the beast
Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
'Relax,'said the night man,
We are programmed to receive.
You can checkout any time you like,
but you can never leave
Eagles
Segunda-feira, 24 de Outubro de 2005
"... Que todos os dias nos é concedido "aquele" momento mágico em que temos o poder de mudar as nossas vidas.."
P.C. in "Nas margens do rio piedra..."
Terça-feira, 11 de Outubro de 2005
Olho p'la minha janela sob o Castelo para a janela que em tempos me encontrou... debruçada e enleada no voo dos pássaros ao pôr-do-sol...
Setembro já passou... sinto o cheiro das capas e o brilho dos acordes... tantas vezes repetidos em noites partilhadas...
De vez enquando... saio p'la minha janela para perder-me nas ruelas onde tantas vezes me encontrei e partilhei... sorrisos... segredos... gargalhadas e sonhos e amigos para a vida inteira... e depois... volto com aquele sabor agri-doce da saudade de tempos de magia... que hoje me fazem mais eu...
Feliz por os ter vivido e mais inteira... mas ciente e consciente... que o tempo que passou não volta atrás... apenas permanece mágico, perfeito e intacto... porque já passou!!!
Porque dele guardámos as nossas melhores memórias...!
... Get it?!