Descartando a hipótese de uma felicidade imediata, canto alegremente a Slave to Love.

perfect little dream the kind that hurts the most
forgot how it feels well almost
no one to blame always the same
open my eyes wake up in flames
it took you to make me realize
it took you to make me realize
it took you to make me realize
it took you to make me see the light
smashed up my sanity
smashed up my integrity
smashed up what i believed in
smashed up what's left of me
smashed up my everything
smashed up all that was true
gonna smash myself to pieces
i don't know what else to do
covered in hope and vaseline
still cannot fix this broken machine
watching the hole it used to be mine
just watching it burn in my steady systematic decline
of the trust i will betray
give it to me i throw it away
after everything i've done i hate myself for what i've become
i tried
i gave up
throw it away

e hoje sinto-me assim...

O tempo não sabe nada, o tempo não tem razão
O tempo nunca existiu, o tempo é nossa invenção
Se abandonarmos as horas não nos sentimos sós
Meu amor, o tempo somos nós.

O meu tesouro és tu
Eternamente tu

A música do dia.

Cesária Évora dia 8 de Maio no Coliseu os Recreios, alguém quer vir?

Secret Chiefs 3 . Ship of fools (stone of exile)

Panic on the streets of Lisbon

ISTO é lindo.

I get along without you very well, of course I do

Except when soft rains fall and drip from leaves, then I recall
The thrill of being sheltered in your arms, of course I do.
But I get along without you very well.

I've forgotten you, just like I should, of course I have

Except to hear your name, or someone's laugh that is the same.
But I've forgotten you just like I should.

What a guy! What a fool am I?
To think my breaking heart could kid the moon.
What's in store? Should I 'phone once more?
No, it's best that I stick to my tune.

I get along without you very well, of course I do

Except perhaps in spring, but I should never think of spring
For that would surely break my heart in two.

Chet Baker

... já não há nada de novo aqui, debaixo do sol.

You made me forget myself.
I thought I was someone else,
Someone good.

Ah, grande Hermínia!

Já cheira a sardinha assada.

O teu bem faz-me tão mal.

Free as a bird,
it's the next best thing to be.

A minha diva.

Este poema cantado pelo Jorge Palma e Cristina Branco

A banda sonora que faz gelar o coração.