terça-feira, 10 de maio de 2011

2 _DAY...

While driving I remembered this:






                                  "Attitude is a little thing that makes a big difference."

segunda-feira, 9 de maio de 2011

Big bill
Tucked in my sweater now
Cold chills
Up my spine and down
I've got no problems now
Passive aggressive now
I turn the tables
Turn the tables round
With big bills
Tucked in my sweater now
Cold chills
Go up my spine and down
I've got no problems now
Passive aggressive now
I'm gonna knock you up
and knock you up
and knock you dow

sexta-feira, 6 de maio de 2011

I guess you turn me on,
When you're gone,
For me it didn't go wrong,
we just made another song.

Off getting it alone,
Never asking if for long,
It's just that the world ain't enough,
And it never was for the two of us.

Baby, it's ok.

I guess you made me warm,
When you do the hum,
Making everybody come,
Getting creative with your charm.

I tried to be all yours,
Over line ain't answering your calls,
Don't say it's false,
I'm only following my thoughts.

Baby it's ok,
We'll make it better,
Baby, I, I'll survive,
Without these women in my life.

quarta-feira, 4 de maio de 2011

The art of losing by Elizabeth Bishop

 

The art of losing isn't hard to master;


so many things seem filled with the intent

to be lost that their loss is no disaster.



Lose something every day. Accept the fluster

of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.

The art of losing isn't hard to master.



Then practice losing farther, losing faster:

places, and names, and where it was you meant

to travel. None of these will bring disaster.



I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or

next-to-last, of three loved houses went.

The art of losing isn't hard to master.



I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,

some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.

I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.



Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture

I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident

the art of losing's not too hard to master

though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

 Elizabeth Bishop



A woman's perfume tells more about her than her handwriting.

terça-feira, 3 de maio de 2011

C H A N G E !


                               Things don’t change. You change your way of looking, that’s all!