Após um jogo que finalmente fez tremer o país, finalmente os nossos jogadores foram heróis. ATÉ OS DESCASCÁMOS CARAGO!!!!! Parabéns Portugal!
terça-feira, junho 27, 2006
domingo, junho 11, 2006
Mundial está ai!
Desde puto que venero esta competição... Aliás, foi a partir do mundial de 94 nos Estados Unidos e também do 6-3(SLB allez) que sigo com atenção o futebol. É realmente o desporto-rei, o desporto que desperta maiores paixoes e odios por todo o mundo. Nao tenho problema nenhum em dizer que já chorei por causa de futebol, qd era puto e via o slb perder ficava pior que fdd, nada pior me podia acontecer... E de 4 em 4 anos, temos o mundial. A competição rei do futebol. O palco dos sonhos. Ai está, o mundial da Alemanha 2006.
segunda-feira, junho 05, 2006
The Dark Side Of The Moon
Quem vos disser que a perfeição não existe, mente. A prova está neste album, o melhor de sempre. O album perfeito. O album que me faz chorar cada vez que o oiço. O album que me faz doer a alma e os ouvidos. O album que nao consigo mudar de faixa. Os 43 minutos mais intensos que posso passar... The Dark Side Of The Moon é tudo para mim. Tudo.
01 - Speak To Me
02 - Breathe
03 - On The Run
04 - Time
05 - The Great Gig In The Sky
06 - Money
07 - Us and Them
08 - Any Colour You Like
09 - Brain Damage
10 - Eclipse
01 - Speak To Me
02 - Breathe
03 - On The Run
04 - Time
05 - The Great Gig In The Sky
06 - Money
07 - Us and Them
08 - Any Colour You Like
09 - Brain Damage
10 - Eclipse
TIME
" Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine
Staying home to watch the rain
And you are young and life is long
And there is time to kill today
And then one day you find
Ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run
You missed the starting gun
And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter
Never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to nought
Or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desparation is the English way
The time is gone
The song is over
Thought I'd something more to say
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells "
LINDO CARALHO! LINDO LINDO LINDO LINDO!!!!
" Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine
Staying home to watch the rain
And you are young and life is long
And there is time to kill today
And then one day you find
Ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run
You missed the starting gun
And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter
Never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to nought
Or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desparation is the English way
The time is gone
The song is over
Thought I'd something more to say
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells "
LINDO CARALHO! LINDO LINDO LINDO LINDO!!!!
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