A tentar não perder o ânimo...

"... made for anything we want."

Mal dos que ficam...

Estou por perto*

Mensagem

«You've got a fast car, I want a ticket to anywhere
Maybe we can make a deal
Maybe together we can get somewhere
Any place is better... nothing to lose
Me myself i've got nothing to prove

You've got a fast car
I've got a plan to get us out of here...

You've got a fast car
But is it fast enough so we can fly away?
We have got to make a decision
We leave tonight or live and die this way

So remember when we were driving, driving in your car
Speed so fast feel like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped round my shoulder
And I had the feeling that I belonged
And I had a feeling i could be someone, be someone, be someone

You've got a a fast car
And we go cruising entertain ourselves,
You still ain't got a job
Now I work in a market as a checkout girl
I know things will get better
You'll find work and I'll get promoted
We'll move out of the shelter
Buy a bigger house and live in the suburbs

Now remember when...

You've got a fast car
And I've got a job that pays all our bills
You stay out drinking late at the bar see more of your friends
Than you do of your kids
I'd always hoped for better
Thought maybe together you and me would find it
I've got no plans and I aint going nowhere
So take your fast car and keep on driving

Now remember when...

You've got a fast car
But is it fast enough so we can fly away?
We have got to make a decision
Leave tonight or live and die this way. »

AAAAhhhh

Até já.

Que tenhas hoje, que partes, e a cada dia do teu Caminho,
A Força dos Céus,
A Luz do Sol,
O Calor do Fogo,
O Brilho da Lua,
A Presteza do Vento,
A Profundidade do Mar,
A Grandeza da Terra,
A Firmeza da Rocha.
Que assim seja, que a Natureza te guie, que assim te mantenhas.

Porque comigo nunca falhas-te, e quando existiram arrufos sempre demos a volta. Porque cada conversa contigo me esclareceu ou pelo menos me mostrou os Caminhos.
Ficam as tuas propostas, as tuas insistências, as conversas de café no meio de Lisboa, as viagens, as horas de terapia, que continuo mesmo a percisar... os telefonemas de Santiago, o que me disses-te em relação à IV...
Fica a tua inspiração, o modo como te entregas e que vives.
Obrigado Mingos. Estou por perto.

Anaísa.
Chacal Preta.

O Sol

Adoro imaginar- ...

... -nos.