segredado ao vento por Flor de Lótus , 23.7.09 18:31
O meu general sai amanhã do hospital =)

A recordação é o perfume da alma. É a parte mais delicada e mais suave do coração, que se desprende para abraçar outro coração e segui-lo para toda a parte

There are nine million bicycles in Beijing
That's a fact
It's a thing we can't deny
Like the fact that I will love you
Till I die
We are twelve billion light years from the edge
That's a guess
No one can ever say it's true
But I know that I will always be with you
I'm warm by the fire
Of your love every day
So don't call me a liar
Just believe everything that I say
There are six billion people in the world
More or less
And it makes me feel quite small
That you're the one I love the most of all
We're high on a wire
With the world in our sight
And I'll never tire
Of the love that you give me every night
There are nine million bicycles in Beijing
That's a fact
It's a thing we can't deny
Like the fact that I will love you
Till I die
Katie Melua
Descobriram coágulos...A data de saída do hospital foi adiada
Desprezo os fracos
Rejeito os tristes
Odeio os cínicos
Tenho demasiado em que pensar neste momento
Sinto a cabeça a eplodir e o córtex a latejar
Preciso de um momento
Preciso mesmo de descançar
Nada está certo
Nada encaixa
Quero morrer durante uns tempos, neste momento nada faz sentido

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(isto é só um desabafo. Neste momento tenho mais em que pensar. Mas obrigada pela gargalhada sarcástica que me fizeram soltar)

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How can I think I'm standing strong,
Yet feel the air beneath my feet?
How can happiness feel so wrong?
How can misery feel so sweet?
How can you let me watch you sleep,
Then break my dreams the way you do?
How can I have got in so deep?
Why did I fall in love with you?
This is the closest thing to crazy I have ever been
Feeling twenty-two, acting seventeen,
This is the nearest thing to crazy I have ever known,
I was never crazy on my own...
And now I know that there's a link between the two,
Being close to craziness and being close to you.
How can you make me fall apart
Then break my fall with loving lies?
It's so easy to break a heart;
It's so easy to close your eyes.
How can you treat me like a child
Yet like a child I yearn for you?
How can anyone feel so wild?
How can anyone feel so blue?
Katie Melua
I want to run with you
Far away from here
I don't belong to this place
Please hear me
I need to rest in your arms
And feel like I'm safe.
I need you with me
NOW

I'm trying to resist
I'm trying to suport everyone
I'm stone
But I'm tired

Uma transfusão de sangue...
Até quando vamos viver com o coração nas mãos?

You’ve got the best of both worlds
You’re the kind of girl who can take down a man,
And lift him back up again
You are strong but you’re needy,
Humble but you’re greedy
Based on your body language,
your shouted cursive I’ve been reading
You’re style is quite selective,
though your mind is rather reckless
Well I guess it just suggests
that this is just what happiness is
Hey, what a beautiful mess this is
It’s like picking up trash in dresses
Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write
Kind of turn themselves into knives
And don't mind my nerve you can call it fiction
‘Cause I like being submerged in your contradictions dear
‘Cause here we are, here we are
Although you were biased I love your advice
Your comebacks they’re quick
And probably have to do with your insecurities
There’s no shame in being crazy,
Depending on how you take these
Words that paraphrasing this relationship we’re staging
And it’s a beautiful mess, yes it is
It’s like, we are picking up trash in dresses
Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you say
Kind of turn themselves into blades
And the kind and courteous is a life I’ve heard
But it’s nice to say that we played in the dirt
Cause here, here we are, Here we are
Here we are
We're still here
And what a beautiful mess this is
It’s like taking a guess when the only answer is yes
And through timeless words in priceless pictures
We’ll fly like birds not of this earth
And tides they turn and hearts disfigure
But that’s no concern when we’re wounded together
And we tore our dresses and stained our shirts
But it’s nice today, oh the wait was so worth it
O que me dizes ao ouvido...2 anos e meio

A operação correu com alguns imprevistos mas acabou tudo bem. O meu pai acordou, está consciente mas muito baralhado.
Durante uma semana o hospital vai ser a sua casa e a sua companhia mais próxima vão ser os tubos.
O pior já passou.
Só nos resta esperar que o cancro não volte a passar junto da nossa porta...

Entrei no estágio! Durande duas semanas aqui a vossa amiga (je, ou seja moi) vai criar novas variedades de arroz carolino...
o forum esta aberto a quem queira gozar ( invejosos =) )

Só tenho uma coisa a dizer: As protagonistas perfeitas metem-me nojo. São as mais bonitas, as mais fortes, as mais amadas, as mais simpáticas, as mais compreensivas e acbam sempre por salvar o dia.
Sem dúvida o pior livro de toda a saga.
inocence
and darkness
are just side by side
A nossa praia privada...Nem todos se podem dar a este luxo..até porque só nós é que conseguimos atravessar aquelas rochas sem dar nenhum trambolhão =)
Amo-te
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