"If you want something very badly...
set it free.
If it comes back to you,
it's yours forever.
If it doesn't,
it was never yours to begin with. "
in, Proposta Indecente
Thursday, 18 August 2011
Saturday, 13 August 2011
Along came a Spider
Uma Sleepover de Verão para 11 miudas de 11 anos, até às 11 da manhã, aqui em casa?
Yeaaah...why not?!
P.S - "Consta" que foi a melhor Sleepover dos ultimos tempos.
P.S 2 - Este post quase se intitulou "Cheaper by the Dozen" mas uma das miudas não pode comparecer.
Yeaaah...why not?!
Ainda não sei bem como é que a M. me deu a volta mas depois dos excelentes resultados nos SAT's achei que ela merecia uma recompensa. E apesar dos meus temores iniciais, tudo estava a correr LINDAMENTE. Houve música, jogos (tradicionais e na Wii), e muita animação. As refeições um sucesso, com a Mousse de Chocolate da Mãe a ganhar muitos pontos. Alinhamos os colchoes e sacos cama no chão da sala e começou a sessão de cinema, onde não faltaram as pipocas.
Até que por volta da meia-noite, um grito estridente e aterrorizado cortou o sossego nocturno...
... uma gigantesca e "ameaçadora" aranha não quis perder a festa e a balbúrdia instalou-se!
Foi a desculpa perfeita para não mais dormirem, com algumas resistentes a fazerem a sua primeira direta...P.S - "Consta" que foi a melhor Sleepover dos ultimos tempos.
P.S 2 - Este post quase se intitulou "Cheaper by the Dozen" mas uma das miudas não pode comparecer.
Wednesday, 10 August 2011
@ Bristol
Em passeio...
Executive Lounge
Shopping
Obento Japonese
Bristol City Museum and Art Gallery
Jamie's Italian
Executive Lounge
Shopping
Obento Japonese
Bristol City Museum and Art Gallery
Jamie's Italian
Sunday, 24 July 2011
Thursday, 14 July 2011
Monday, 11 July 2011
M.
Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness
And I have to sit down for a while
The feeling that I'm losing her forever
And without really entering her world
I'm glad whenever I can share her laughter
That funny little girl
Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what's in her mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table
Barely awake, I let precious time go by
Then when she's gone there's that odd melancholy feeling
And a sense of guilt I can't deny
What happened to the wonderful adventures
The places I had planned for us to go
(Slipping through my fingers all the time)
Well, some of that we did but most we didn't
And why I just don't know
Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what's in her mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
And save it from the funny tricks of time
Slipping through my fingers
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Schoolbag in hand she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness
And I have to sit down for a while
The feeling that I'm losing her forever
And without really entering her world
I'm glad whenever I can share her laughter
That funny little girl
Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what's in her mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table
Barely awake, I let precious time go by
Then when she's gone there's that odd melancholy feeling
And a sense of guilt I can't deny
What happened to the wonderful adventures
The places I had planned for us to go
(Slipping through my fingers all the time)
Well, some of that we did but most we didn't
And why I just don't know
Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what's in her mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
And save it from the funny tricks of time
Slipping through my fingers
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Schoolbag in hand she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
Friday, 8 July 2011
RIP
" Suportei as rodas baixas da fortuna, partilhei a humilhação da diáspora dos portugueses de África, conheci o exílio no Brasil e em Espanha. Aprendi a levar a pátria na sola dos sapatos."
Maria José Nogueira Pinto
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