Vacuo

The Acrobat

Don't believe what you hear
Don't believe what you see
If you just close your eyes
You can feel the enemy
When I first met you girl
You had fire in your soul
What happened your face of melting in snow?
Now it looks like this

And you can swallow
Or you can spit
You can throw it up
Or choke on it
And you can dream
So dream out loud
You know that your time is coming 'round
So don't let the bastards grind you down

No, nothing makes sense
Nothing seems to fit
I know you'd hit out
If you only knew who to hit
And I'd join the movement
If there was one I could believe in
Yeah I'd break bread and wine
If there was a church I could receive in
'Cause I need it now

To take the cup
To fill it up
To drink it slow
I can't let you go
I must be an acrobat
To talk like this
And act like that
And you can dream
So dream out loud
And don't let the bastards grind you down

Oh, it hurts baby
What are we going to do? Now it's all been said
No new ideas in the house and every book has been read

And I must be an acrobat
To talk like this
And act like that
And you can dream
So dream out loud
And you can find
Your own way out
And you can build
And I can will
And you can call
I can't wait until
You can stash
And you can seize
Responsibilities
And I can love
And I can love
And I know that the tide is turning 'round
So don't let the bastards grind you down

U2

FISH - Aula Magna de novo, lá estaremos!

...e obrigado pela T-shirt, Nokas, que bonita surpresa!

Espelho meu, espelho meu...

Diálogo a quatro mãos

(22:30h, ontem)
Eu: Amanhã é feriado, vou fazer como tu, vou aproveitar para dormir até às 2h da tarde...
Ela: Hahaha... boa... fazia-te bem descansar
(o4:00h da manhã, acordei no sofá com ela a dormir no sofá ao lado)
Eu: 'Morzinho, acorda baby, anda para a cama...
Eu: 'Mor?!, 'bora lá pá, já acabou o DVD...
Ela: Grumpf... hmmm... quê...? ZZZZZZZZZZ
Eu: Vá, vou-te calçar os chinelos... um... e o outro...
Ela: Só mais 5 minutos...
Eu: Dormes na cama pá! Vá, upa baby!
Ela: (aos tropeções pelo corredor) Apagas as luzes...?...
(08:17h)
Eu: Foda-se... 8h e já estou acordado, vou-me levantar...
(08:36h, aprumado e a vestir-me)
Eu: ...hoje não faço a barba!
Eu: Vou fazer um Post
Eu: É dia dos Mortos, vou mudar o "header" do Blog
(09:05h, A caminho da garagem)
Eu: Adoro quando a Moto pega à primeira
Eu: Está fresquinho o dia... Pelo menos está Sol...
Eu: Vou comprar o Jornal
Eu: Vou ao café
(10:35h a 12:00h)
Eu: Synapses múltiplas
Eu: ...
(12:30h)
Eu: Vou ver se ela já acordou...