quarta-feira, 28 de maio de 2008

Feriadao em Bauru...

Eu nem sei ao certo pq tivemos esse ultimo feriado..., mas tambem pra q saber???? O importante é q tive 4 dias pra passar com meu amor, um dos melhores amigos de todos os tempos, la na cidade dele "de Bauru"!

Amorzao me apresentou o Ton (q é a coisa mais fofa do mundo), a Gloria (adoooro), a linda da Fer e a Marcia (doidinha de tudo, mas nao tenho nenhuma foto com ela).

Rimos, bebemos, dançamos, rimos mais, choramos de rir... ao seja, foi perfeito!!!! Aí estao algumas das fotos pra registrar esse passeio...

No risca faca...

Ton e Gloria... ja daqueeeele jeito

eu e amorzao... olha o tamanho das "pessoa"

a camera tava enxergando ingualzin a gente...

a Fer... eita menina bunita essa!

caduzin...

eu fiz "pilrcin"

"eu finjo"... huahauhaua... rachando... lavei a alma!!!!

euzinha e o novo hair...

A liga da justiça: "bátiman", mulher magavilha (Fer), mulher cat (mimzinha), mulher rebolado e "superomi".

Parece taaaaaaaaao cliche escrever aqui q ameeei a viagem, os passeios e a bagunça... mas eu REALMENTE amei!!! foi tudibaum!!!... e agora to pronta pra recomeçar a nova fase da minha vida!!!!

oia o jeeeeeeeeeegue!!! pensa na xuxa!!!! nao se prenda aos detalhes!!! e vamu q vamu no risca faca!!!!

domingo, 4 de maio de 2008

Starry night...

Simplesmente o mais lindo...

Starry starry night
paint your palette blue and grey
look out on a summer's day
with eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills
sketch the trees and the daffodils
catch the breeze and the winter chills
in colors on the snowy linen land.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
they did not know how
perhaps they'll listen now.
Starry starry night
flaming flo'rs that brightly blaze
swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in
Vincent's eyes of China blue.
Colors changing hue morning fields of amber grain
weathered faces lined in pain
are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
perhaps they'll listen now.
For they could not love you
but still your love was true
... and when no hope was left in sight
on that starry starry night.
You took your life as lovers often do;
But I could have told you
Vincent this world was never meant
for one as beautiful as you.
Starry starry night portraits hung in empty halls
frameless heads on nameless walls
with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the stranger that you've met
the ragged men in ragged clothes
the silver thorn of bloddy rose
lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
And now I think I know what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
they're not list'ning still
perhaps they never will