Memória com sinais de trânsito

Porque buscamos no quotidiano uma estrada onde se repita o amor e a casa de algum Verão. Porque a memória tem sinais de trânsito e às vezes falamos muito e alto quando está vermelho para recordar, e chamamos os amigos e de repente fica amarelo sem sabermos como, e no fim do dia, quando nos deitamos, cai o verde e tudo avança e as recordações são em vez do sono, são em vez da vida, são em vez do verbo.



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Chegaram as férias?? Pelo menos já cheira! Grande dia feriado 10 de Junho!Praia do Mindelo.

Master Meeting in Porto 2010

It was really great to get together again!

LUZ NA RUA ESCURA

s. João 2010
Foto: Fernando Amorim Costa

Interpretações

Nostalgia

If You Were A Sailboat

If you were a cowboy I would trail you,
If you were a piece of wood I’d nail you to the floor.
If you were a sailboat I would sail you to the shore.
If you were a river I would swim you,
If you were a house I would live in you all my days.
If you were a preacher I’d begin to change my ways.
Sometimes I believe in fate,
But the chances we create,
Always seem to ring more true.
You took a chance on loving me,
I took a chance on loving you.
If I was in jail I know you’d spring me,
If I was a telephone you’d ring me all day long.
If I was in pain I know you’d sing me soothing songs.
Sometimes I believe in fate,
But the chances we create,
Always seem to ring more true.
You took a chance on loving me,I took a chance on loving you.
If I was hungry you would feed me,
If I was in darkness you would lead me to the light.
If I was a book I know you’d read me every night.
If you were a cowboy I would trail you,
If you were a piece of wood I’d nail you to the floor.
If you were sailboat I would sail you to the shore.

Katie Melua