segunda-feira, 29 de novembro de 2010

For Good



Elphaba:
Im limited
Just look at me - Im limited
And just look at you
You can do all I couldn't do, Glinda
So now it's up to you
For both of us - now it's up to you...


Glinda:
I've heard it said
That people come into our lives for a reason
Bringing something we must learn
And we are led
To those who help us most to grow
If we let them
And we help them in return
Well, I don't know if I believe that's true
But I know I'm who I am today
Because I knew you...

Like a comet pulled from orbit
As it passes a sun
Like a stream that meets a boulder
Halfway through the wood
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But because I knew you
I have been changed for good


Elphaba:
It well may be
That we will never meet again
In this lifetime
So let me say before we part
So much of me
Is made of what I learned from you
You'll be with me
Like a handprint on my heart
And now whatever way our stories end
I know you have re-written mine
By being my friend...

Like a ship blown from its mooring
By a wind off the sea
Like a seed dropped by a skybird
In a distant wood
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But because I knew you

Glinda:
Because I knew you
Both:
I have been changed for good

Elphaba:
And just to clear the air
I ask forgiveness
For the things I've done you blame me for

Glinda:
But then, I guess we know
There's blame to share

Both:
And none of it seems to matter anymore

Glinda:
Like a comet pulled from orbit
As it passes a sun
Like a stream that meets a boulder
Halfway through the wood

Elphaba:
Like a ship blown from its mooring
By a wind off the sea
Like a seed dropped by a bird in the wood


Both:
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
I do believe I have been changed for the better

Glinda:
And because I knew you...
Elphaba:
Because I knew you...
Both:
Because I knew you...
I have been changed for good...


From: Wicked

domingo, 28 de novembro de 2010

Mais música...

Porque às vezes faz falta relembrar os clássicos, deixo-vos este.

domingo, 21 de novembro de 2010

Sufoco

Triste e perdido no meio da multidão sufoco nos meus sentimentos.
Não me lembro mais do caminho de volta ao lar, ao meu canto seguro.
Dei demasiadas voltas e esqueci a direcção.
Não me revejo em ninguém que me rodeia, nem lhes conheço mais o rosto.
Já só vejo monstros sedentos de sangue.
Mas onde estou!?
Rodeado de espelhos continuo a ver os mesmos monstros.
Todos eles são projecções da minha psique retorcida.
Tornei-me nos monstros que sempre temi.
Perdi completamente o meu norte.
Sufoco em toda a porcaria que me sai pela boca e me enche as veias.
Não sei mais o que fazer; como me proteger; como me salvar.
Perdido estou e perdido permanecerei,
A apodrecer na monstruosidade do meu ser.

Saudade

Como é bom voltar aos teus braços.
Sentir a tua respiração a percorrer-me a pele.
O calor dos teus lábios em cada recanto da minha alma.

Adoro o bailar das nossas línguas nos nossos beijos eternos.
O entrelaçar dos nossos braços sempre que nos queremos mais.
O fundir dos nossos corpos num desejo ardente que só se acalma contigo.