terça-feira, 25 de novembro de 2008
terça-feira, 18 de novembro de 2008
Grace Potter & the Nocturnals- Apologies
Yesterday he said my eyes
Were fading fast away
I said well what do you expect
You asked me not to stay and if it had all been for the best
I wouldn't feel this way
And he said
Oh he said it's crazy
How love stays with me
You know it hurts me
Cause I don't wanna fight this war
It's amazing to see me reading through this scene
Of love and fear and apologies
My love is like a blanket
That gets a little bit too warm sometimes
I wanna wrap somebody in it
Who can hold me in his arms
Cause when it got a little too hot in there
He was always stepping out for air and he froze
Oh he froze
He said it's crazy
How love stays with me
You know it hurts me
Cause I don't wanna fight this war
It's amazing to see me reading through this scene
Of love and fear and apologies
Yesterday he looked at me
With a tear in his eye and said
I'll always tell you you're my friend
I hope i don't have to lie
Cause it's clear you love another man
I said you're damn right
And he said
He said it's crazy
How love stays with me
You know it hurts me
Cause I don't wanna fight this war
It's amazing to see me reading through this scene
Of love and fear and apologies
He said it's crazy
How love stays with me
You know it hurts me
That i didn't figure it out before
And now it's too late for a soliloquy
It's way too late for dignity
Were fading fast away
I said well what do you expect
You asked me not to stay and if it had all been for the best
I wouldn't feel this way
And he said
Oh he said it's crazy
How love stays with me
You know it hurts me
Cause I don't wanna fight this war
It's amazing to see me reading through this scene
Of love and fear and apologies
My love is like a blanket
That gets a little bit too warm sometimes
I wanna wrap somebody in it
Who can hold me in his arms
Cause when it got a little too hot in there
He was always stepping out for air and he froze
Oh he froze
He said it's crazy
How love stays with me
You know it hurts me
Cause I don't wanna fight this war
It's amazing to see me reading through this scene
Of love and fear and apologies
Yesterday he looked at me
With a tear in his eye and said
I'll always tell you you're my friend
I hope i don't have to lie
Cause it's clear you love another man
I said you're damn right
And he said
He said it's crazy
How love stays with me
You know it hurts me
Cause I don't wanna fight this war
It's amazing to see me reading through this scene
Of love and fear and apologies
He said it's crazy
How love stays with me
You know it hurts me
That i didn't figure it out before
And now it's too late for a soliloquy
It's way too late for dignity
It's time for apologies
domingo, 16 de novembro de 2008
domingo, 9 de novembro de 2008
Inspiração....
...perdida...
Procura-se!
Temos momentos da nossa vida, em que parece que estagna-mos, vivemos sem viver, a vida passa por nós e não damos por ela, de tão concentrados que estamos nas nossas coisas, nas nossas obrigações, nos nossos deveres. O que é feito da paixão? Da espontaneidade?
Tudo agora na nossa vida está programada, a inspiração da vida desaparece, como uma furagida, a excitação desvaneceu-se, os dias parecem iguais, tudo é controlado, todos os minutos contados.
Onde está essa inspiração? Que faz com que todos os dias ao acordar-mos nos sintamos vivos, repletos de energia, com medo do desconhecido, mas sempre com a curiosidade a espreitar... Tudo agora é premeditado, nada é espontâneo. Tudo sempre igual, talvez me sinta apenas melancólica, entediada, por falta de algo na vida, mas a verdade é que existem dias que tudo o que queremos é chegar a casa e por a cabeça na almofada e só acordar no outro dia, onde talvez essa inspiração apareça...
Mas será que somos nós que a temos de procurar? Ou será que ela nos encontra?
(imagem de Jozef Stefanka, Inspiration of Movement, 1995)

...perdida...
Procura-se!
Temos momentos da nossa vida, em que parece que estagna-mos, vivemos sem viver, a vida passa por nós e não damos por ela, de tão concentrados que estamos nas nossas coisas, nas nossas obrigações, nos nossos deveres. O que é feito da paixão? Da espontaneidade?
Tudo agora na nossa vida está programada, a inspiração da vida desaparece, como uma furagida, a excitação desvaneceu-se, os dias parecem iguais, tudo é controlado, todos os minutos contados.
Onde está essa inspiração? Que faz com que todos os dias ao acordar-mos nos sintamos vivos, repletos de energia, com medo do desconhecido, mas sempre com a curiosidade a espreitar... Tudo agora é premeditado, nada é espontâneo. Tudo sempre igual, talvez me sinta apenas melancólica, entediada, por falta de algo na vida, mas a verdade é que existem dias que tudo o que queremos é chegar a casa e por a cabeça na almofada e só acordar no outro dia, onde talvez essa inspiração apareça...
Mas será que somos nós que a temos de procurar? Ou será que ela nos encontra?
(imagem de Jozef Stefanka, Inspiration of Movement, 1995)
segunda-feira, 20 de outubro de 2008
My Missing - Xavier Rudd
I see you sleeping
Only in my mind
And I have been away
And on this season
I waste so much time
Thinking of when I
Would hold you gently
And I'd look into your eyes
And I would be the one
To calm your shaking
When you would cry
I miss you in my life
I miss you in my life
I miss you in my life
So miss you in my life
You had your answers
Within every smile
And time and time again
I'd lose my chances
To reconcile
And even if I had my time over
It would take awhile
To reveal all my best intentions
That I let slip by
I miss you in my life
So miss you in my life
I miss you in my life
Now I miss you in my life
Only in my mind
And I have been away
And on this season
I waste so much time
Thinking of when I
Would hold you gently
And I'd look into your eyes
And I would be the one
To calm your shaking
When you would cry
I miss you in my life
I miss you in my life
I miss you in my life
So miss you in my life
You had your answers
Within every smile
And time and time again
I'd lose my chances
To reconcile
And even if I had my time over
It would take awhile
To reveal all my best intentions
That I let slip by
I miss you in my life
So miss you in my life
I miss you in my life
Now I miss you in my life
domingo, 5 de outubro de 2008
"More than Words"

Saying I love you
Is not the words I want to hear from you
It's not that I want you
Not to say, but if you only knew
How easy it would be to show me how you feel
More than words is all you have to do to make it real
Then you wouldn't have to say that you love me
Cos I'd already know
What would you do if my heart was torn in two
More than words to show you feel
That your love for me is real
What would you say if I took those words away
Then you couldn't make things new
Just by saying I love you
More than words
Now I've tried to talk to you and make you understand
All you have to do is close your eyes
And just reach out your hands and touch me
Hold me close don't ever let me go
More than words is all I ever needed you to show
Then you wouldn't have to say that you love me
Cos I'd already know
What would you do if my heart was torn in two
More than words to show you feel
That your love for me is real
What would you say if I took those words away
Then you couldn't make things new
Just by saying I love you
More than words
Extreme
quinta-feira, 2 de outubro de 2008
Fisioterapia com Fisioterapeutas!

Já alguma vez foi tratado por um Fisioterapeuta?
Atenção existem pessoas a passar-se por aquilo que não são, massagistas, que tiram cursos em 3/6 meses e de repente julgam-se fisioterapeutas, julgam que têm um corpo de saberes próprio, auxiliares ou técnicos de fisioterapia, que falsificam cédulas profissionais de fisioterapeutas (sim, infelizmente é verdade!)...
Como é que é possivel massagistas andarem a roubar trabalho a fisioterapeutas?! Dizendo que tiraram o curso de Fisioterapia e que estão aptos a "reabilitar", como é possível?! Andam os fisioterapeutas a tirar cursos superiores, para quando sairem para o mercado de trabalho se depararem com esta situaçao, com pessoas sem o minimo de competências, para fazer o que seja em Fisioterapia, se tiraram o curso de massagistas entao é isso que são! Se se querem intitular de Fisioterapeutas tirem um curso superior, porque sem isso, nunca o serao!
Certifique-se sempre, que quando está a realizar Fisioterapeuta é de facto um Fisioterapeuta com quem está a trabalhar! Exiga qualidade na sua recuperação...
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