Pulseiras
BCs intemporais
Colares
BCs intemporais
Brincos
BCs intemporais
Anéis
BCs intemporais
Pregadeiras
BCs intemporais
13 December 2006
21 November 2006
12 November 2006
10 November 2006
06 November 2006
Esta semana...
These are the days
These are the days that I've been missing
Give me the taste give me the joy of summer wine
These are the days that bring new meaning
I feel the stillness of the sun and I feel fine
Sometimes when the nights are closing early
I remember you and I start to smile
Even though now you don't want to know me
I get on by, and I go the extra mile
These are the times of love and meaning
Ice of the heart has melted away and found the light
These are the days of endless dreaming
Troubles of life are floating away like a bird in flight
These are the days
These are the days
These are the days
I thought you said our love will last forever
Living that tears wouldn't for good
I told you that we will get trough any weather
Maybe that didn't work out
But we did the best we could
These are the days that I've been missing
Give me the taste give me the joy of summer wine
These are the days that bring new meaning
I feel the stillness of the sun and I feel fine
Jamie Cullum
20 October 2006
19 October 2006
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18 October 2006
17 October 2006
11 October 2006
10 October 2006
09 October 2006
07 October 2006
05 October 2006
04 October 2006
Bicho-de-Conta
26 September 2006
30 August 2006
25 August 2006
rentrée
a embalar a noite escura e fria
e a perder-se no olhar da ventania
que canta ao tom do velho campanário
Geme o restolho, preso de saudade
esquecido, enlouquecido, dominado
escondido entre as sombras do montado
sem forças e sem cor e sem vontade
Geme o restolho, a transpirar de chuva
nos campos que a ceifeira mutilou
dormindo em velhos sonhos que sonhou
na alma a mágoa enorme, intensa, aguda
Mas é preciso morrer e nascer de novo
semear no pó e voltar a colher
há que ser trigo, depois ser restolho
há que penar para aprender a viver
e a vida não é existir sem mais nada
a vida não é dia sim, dia não
é feita em cada entrega alucinada
para receber daquilo que aumenta o coração
(restolho, Mafalda Veiga)