En passant...

Passei por cá. Nem sei se para ficar ( como a Toyota) se mesmo só porque a louca da Titóide resolveu bater recordes de hiperactividade e me tirou sono de novo. Fiz análises, e a sensação de que não controlo o corpo e de que o ser verdinho está de novo a mandar em mim é terrível.

Mas não vim para lamuriar.

Deixo apenas um beijo, um devaneio e uma partilha. Quem me conhece, sabe-me fã disto




E por isso não consegui escapar as estas linhas.

Many people chooses Casablanca or  Paris Texas, or any other movie as an election movie, the one. The kind of art that one would love to have at home, and watch every once in a while. For me, Out of Africa is the one. The music that is played along makes me close my eyes and be a bird. A majestic bird, a flamingo, or maybe an eagle, or a phoenix; a woman, a lost one, a sweet creature that waits along for a rainy and sunshiny day and hopes to find herself in the arms of a knight. A good Knight, a wonderful figure that protects and makes sure life will never have so big steps in her stairs; a fountain and a river, a refreshing water fall, pure and crystal, truly clean and brilliant potion of love; a cloud and a lover that rolls over the Earth and leaves behind a way of hope. All in once and at the same time. Makes wonder and meditate, and spread love all around the world.

Thanks to John Barry I can fly and be where I want with whom I want, whenever I really do want. Amazingly, I can be me.