Barcelona de Blanco y Negro

This is England

Gosto quando um filme me surpreende.

Muito bom!

Pelos céus do Barreiro...

Era uma vez na biblioteca...

Ela: Tens uma letra muito bonita!

Ele: Havias de ver a minha genitália...

I love a good pussy!

(Sintra)

A Velhice

(desenhado à vista)

" Os velhos gostam de dar bons conselhos para se consolarem de já não estarem em estado de dar maus exemplos "

La Rochefoucauld, François

Someone that cannot love

You locked up your heart

You wake up with tears and stars in your eyes

You gave it all to someone that

Cannot love you back

Your days are packed

With wishes and hopes for the love that you've got

You waste it all to someone that

Cannot love you back

Someone that cannot love

Love, ain't this enough

You push yourself down

You try to take confort in words

But words

They cannot love

Don't waste them like that

Cus they'll bruise you more

You secretly made

Castles of sand that you hide in the shade

But you cannot hold the tides that break them

And you build them all over again

You talk all these words

You make conversations that cannot be heard

How long until you notice that

No one is answering back

Someone that cannot love

Love, ain't this enough

You push yourself down

You try to take comfort in words

But words

They cannot loveDon't waste them like that

Cus they'll bruise you more

Love, love, ain't this enough

Pushing around

You try to take comfort in words

But words

Well they cannot love

Don't waste them like that

Cus they'll bruise you more

Someone that cannot love

Someone that cannot love

Someone that cannot love

Love, ain't this enough

You push yourself down

You try to take comfort in words

But words

They cannot loveDon't waste them like that

Cus they'll bruise you more

Love, love, ain't this enough

Pushing around

To find little comfort in words

But words

Well they cannot love

Don't waste them like that

Cus they'll bruise you more

You know they'll bruise you more

Words they will hurt you more

Words they will hurt you more

Yes they'll bruise you

Someone that cannot love

Someone that cannot love

Someone that cannot love, David Fonseca

Pelos céus de Lisboa...

Porque ultimamente me faltam as palavras, prefiro o imediato das imagens...