
segunda-feira, dezembro 06, 2010

segunda-feira, novembro 29, 2010

Some say love it is a river,
That drowns the tender reed.
Some say love it is a razor,
That leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love it is a hunger,
An endless aching need,
I say love it is a flower,
And you it's only seed.
It's the heart, afraid of breaking,
That never learns to dance.
It's the dream, afraid of waking,
That never takes the chance.
It's the one, who won't be taken,
Who cannot seem to give.
And the soul, afraid of dying,
That never learns to live.
When the night has been to lonely,
And the road has been to long
That you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter,
Far beneath the bitter snows,
Lies the seed that with the suns love,
In the spring becomes the rose.
Janis Joplin
From Lana´s
segunda-feira, novembro 15, 2010

sexta-feira, novembro 12, 2010

não se precisará de acender a noite quando chegares
serás tu a trazê-la no peito e nos gestos
que nos farão morrer e renascer em ciclo
não se precisará do reconhecimento dos nomes
serás tu a trazer aos corpos todas as almas
que nos darão as doces guerras
e que no epicentro cravaremos amor
Maria Rocha
(2005)


