Best Friend

Aquela que chora contigo
que odeia quem te faz mal
que é feliz ao ver-te sorrir
e ama quem te traz o bem!


Distingue-se pelo olhar,
ouve-se nas palavras,
sente-se no coraçao!

just a girl

I want the soul of something simple to
take home with me
The world as someplace simple it's my
home you see

Yo sabía que Barcelona sería "mi" ciudad

"Comer con Amigos,

Viajar en Tren,

La Nieve,

Ver Cine en la Cama.

TI GUSTA LO QUE TE GUSTA"

let´s dance?

"Cause the lie becomes the truth..."



She was more like a beauty queen
From a movie scene

I said don't mind
But what do you mean
I am the one
Who will dance on the floor in the round

She said I am the one
Who will dance on the floor in the round

She told me her name was Billie Jean
As she caused a scene

Then every head turned
With eyes that dreamed of being the one
Who will dance on the floor in the round

People always told me:
- Be careful what you do
- And don't go around breaking young girl's hearts

And mother always told me:
- Be careful of who you love
- Be careful of what you do
- Cause the lie becomes the truth

Billie Jean is not my lover
She's just a girl
Who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son

She says I am the one
But the kid is not my son

For forty days and for forty nights
Law was on her side
But who can stand
When she's in demand her schemes and plans

Cause we danced on the floor in the round

So take my strong advice
Just remember to always think twice

She told:
- My baby we?d danced till three
And she looked at me
Then showed a photo
My baby cries
His eyes would like mine

But we danced on the floor in the round, baby

People always told me:
- Be careful of what you do
- And don't go around breaking young girl's hearts

But she came and stood right by me
Just the smell of sweet perfume
This happened much too soon
As she called me to her room

Next week Barcelona - Here We Go!

nao me admira nada que vá e não volte! :D

Relax your mind and give it all to me

Open Again

Depois da ida a Londres e surpreender-me por gostar mais do que algum dia imaginei... De encontrar lá um pouco de mim mas voltar e perder o pouco que restava... Dos comprimidos mágicos às longas noites e dias de sono... Do desperdar no Indiano por restruturar a formula certa das especiarias... do voltar a perceber que continuo a gostar de pessoas estranhas e esquesitas... Ao relembar um pouco de mim do que tenho para oferecer e do que os outros tem para dar... Depois de passar a beber cerveja sem alcool e no dia que o faço me minarem a bebida percebo que tenho de voltar a beber... dos vampiros que nos chamavam... aos amigos que nao me largavam... Largo a droga e passo a sorrir, a beber e a viver!

Vem o sol e renasço em mim!

Volta o malmequer, volta o bemmequer, volto eu e apenas eu! :D

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