...i think of great nights, early mornings, neon lights, x, a clear, progressive, cute beat
quarta-feira, 31 de dezembro de 2008
When I think of you...
Publicada por Catherine à(s) 05:35 1 comentários
sábado, 20 de dezembro de 2008
Coming clean - Lollipop
I just had to write today, don't ask me why, but i came here more than three times for nothing and i realize i have to, i don't know about what though(...)
I had my first night of the holidays and it felt so right, coming home careless about the time i have to wake up tomorrow... feels so good to have this few days to do nothing, well - theorically - i still have text to memorize and stuff to study but, for now, who cares?? Not me for sure, I've been having a lot on my mind this past few weeks, now i have to take some time to kick back and relax...not think about anything too much...
I have to say that i'm in love with the word careless, it fits me well in this time and place, yep, i sure love it.
For the next 2 weeks i'll care only in the right minute, when things come my way, that's it.
Now would be a good time to say i'll be unreachable by phone aswell, but i'll keep it on just in case.
Have fun, I know i will
xx
Publicada por Catherine à(s) 03:51 5 comentários
quinta-feira, 18 de dezembro de 2008
G - Ophelia - Pour toujours
Muito obrigada por tudo,
foi hoje o ultimo dia que fiz mas nao quer dizer que acabou.
Obrigada por nunca me teres deixado sozinha,
Mesmo estando onde estás não poderias estar mais presente :)
Foi por ti e para ti,
mais uma vez,
obrigada.
Publicada por Catherine à(s) 00:26 3 comentários
quarta-feira, 17 de dezembro de 2008
domingo, 14 de dezembro de 2008
quinta-feira, 11 de dezembro de 2008
Ups and downs
Ainda não sei se prefiro os dias que começam a correr mal assim que acordo ou os que correm bem até meio, me enchem de expectativas e, depois, pior não podia ser.
Faltam 6 dias, 6 míseros dias, e depois? Acabou-se?
Mas ainda nem sequer me consigo controlar...
I should be happy that you're in a better place now but I cannot choose but weep to think they would lay you in the cold ground this should be gettng better with time but it isn't, or maybe it's just to soon and i'm too selfish for wanting to just get over it sometimes, but i know i'll never let go of you, i can't.
I know that you can see me, doesn't matter where you are, i can feel you here and i know that i have to get through this in order to feel in peace, with you and with me.
Thank you for everything, for what you were and are,
xo
Publicada por Catherine à(s) 22:11 1 comentários
quarta-feira, 10 de dezembro de 2008
Malabarista II
The past's in the past, but when does future begin and past ends?
Publicada por Catherine à(s) 21:01 3 comentários
segunda-feira, 8 de dezembro de 2008
sábado, 6 de dezembro de 2008
December 17th
The night is calling and i'm falling faster now
Publicada por Catherine à(s) 21:45 2 comentários
sexta-feira, 5 de dezembro de 2008
You lose yourself, you reappear
"...To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying
Temptation's page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover
That you'd just be
One more person crying
You lose yourself, you reappear
A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy
Insure you not to quit
Bent out of shape from society's pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole
That he's in
Old lady judges watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn't talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony
My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
False gods, I scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I have had enough
What else can you show me?
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only"
Bob Dylan - It's alright, Ma(I'm only bleeding)
Publicada por Catherine à(s) 03:11 2 comentários
segunda-feira, 1 de dezembro de 2008
So Melodramatic
I must be lost, somewhere, because i can not see where this is taking me,
always something missing, something not working,
nothing's new for more than just a few seconds...
...and i'm sorry for never taking anything too serious.
I guess this is just the price i have to pay for being me(...)
i'm so needing a break, i think that's just what i need, for now,
i need some kind of silence,
i can't hear it anymore, i'm so full of everything,
don't wanna go back to the same old place, not again,
(...)and nothing has to do with anything,
i guess i'll just get over it.
Publicada por Catherine à(s) 01:06 3 comentários
domingo, 30 de novembro de 2008
sábado, 29 de novembro de 2008
Everyone needs some kind of rehab
Feels like everything is getting clear now,
it's like i've been reduced to seconds but i don't care,
it almost feels right,
i don't have reasons to complain,
i shouldn't have,
so i'm happy, or i should be,
there's only one thing missing...
Farbe oder ein bisschen schreien mehr.
Publicada por Catherine à(s) 16:20 3 comentários
domingo, 23 de novembro de 2008
So much(...) and i'm still no one
'Pois se o espírito moderno é errático e caprichoso, o espírito clássico é restrito, determinado e inflexível. Não é um tipo de inteligência que se encontre facilmente nos tempos que correm. Mas no fundo, mesmo que eu seja capaz de divagar com o melhor do dois, não sou mais do que uma alma obsessiva.'
The secret history - Donna Tartt
Publicada por Catherine à(s) 18:13 2 comentários
terça-feira, 18 de novembro de 2008
Carry me home

'Daddy it's so cold outside and I'm standing in the snow
Daddy it's so cold out here I don't know where to go
I'm standing at a crossroad now
I wanna find my way
Carry me home
Daddy take me back to the place where the streets are made of gold
Take me back to that better place where they're never growing old
I'm standing at a crossroad now
I wanna find my way
Carry me home
Carry me home
home home
Carry me home
home home
Carry me home
home home
Carry me home
I feel so out of place in this city made of stone
I'm a captive in a World thats free and I'm dying all alone
I'm standing at a crossroad now
I wanna find my way
Carry me home
Gotta carry me home, yea
I'm searching for a world of peace
I'm searching for serenity
I believe in love and paradise is where I'm ment to be
I'm standing at a crossroad now
I wanna find my way
Carry me home
You gotto carry me home
Carry me home
home home
Carry me home
home home
Carry me home
home home
Carry me home
You gotto carry me home
Take me back to the place where they're never growing old
I'm standing at a crossroad now
I don't wanna to be alone
I wanna find my way
Carry me home
home home
Carry me home'
King Family - Carry me home
Publicada por Catherine à(s) 20:54 3 comentários
domingo, 16 de novembro de 2008
Tic-tac

Sinto que não tenho tempo para nada,
se é que o tempo existe,
queria parar, parar e pensar por um bocado,
apenas isso, não,
queria ter tempo para tudo, mas ao contrário,
não tenho tempo para nada.
Parece que nada vai ficar bem feito,
porque, por mais que me esforce, não há tempo.
Publicada por Catherine à(s) 01:32 3 comentários
sábado, 15 de novembro de 2008
sexta-feira, 14 de novembro de 2008
Acting
"Acting is painting, not photography, but painting is just as 'real' as photography. As an actor conscious that you are in a theatre, you still have to make it look as spontaneous as if you did not know that you are being watched by 1,000 pairs of eyes."
Derek Jacobi
Publicada por Catherine à(s) 00:06 0 comentários
segunda-feira, 10 de novembro de 2008
Malabarista

Um dia gostava de ser como tu, sabes?
Gostava de não ter raizes em lado nenhum,
gostava de ser livre como o vento e ter só lembranças boas,
fugir quando me apetecesse,
ser para as pessoas como um pássaro,
dar a ideia de estar lá e ao mesmo tempo não estar,
gostava que já tivessem saudades minhas antes de eu me ir embora,
gostava de ser como tu, ser tudo e não ser nada,
gostava de andar por aí e apreciar o bom da vida,
gostava de dar valor às simples coisas e não sentir falta de nada,
gostava de parecer sempre despreocupada,
aparecer de vez em quando e só por alto parecer o que era,
gostava de dar a ideia de que já vivi tudo o que havia para viver,
gostava de entregar-me às coisas de que gosto tanto como tu,
gostava de ter tudo controlado sem controlar nada,
gostava de viver como me apetecesse sem chatiar ninguem,
gostava de ter para sempre cara de criança inocente,
gostava de acordar por aí e ser feliz,
mas acima de tudo gostava de não sentir que és um fantasma,
que quando me lembro de ti já não fazes sentido,
gostava de não ter medo de te encontrar por aí,
gostava que os anos não passassem e as memórias que tenho de ti não se distorcessem,
gostava de te ver e não sentir que já não significas nada,
que já não estás lá,
talvez gostasse de voltar atrás ou talvez gostasse que nunca te tivesses cruzado no meu caminho.
Mas apesar de já não fazeres sentido um dia gostava de ser como tu, sabes?
Publicada por Catherine à(s) 01:17 2 comentários
domingo, 9 de novembro de 2008
sábado, 8 de novembro de 2008
Hamlet a quanto obrigas
-'Podemos ensaiar a cena do quarto hoje?'
-'Na aula de voz fazemos a cena do quarto, ok?'
-'Olha, hoje ao almoço temos de ensaiar a cena do livro e a cena que vamos fazer antes'
-'Catarina temos de marcar melhor a nossa loucura, ensaiamos hoje?',
-'Podes fazer a cena do livro e do quarto também comigo?'
-'Tens só que ir buscar mais conteúdo para fazer a diferenças'
-'Ensaiamos hoje a cena do quarto não podemos andar a perder tempo...'
Oiço e digo que sim, tento desdobrar-me e não fazer má cara, tenho imenso que fazer mas ninguem percebe, '6 cenas, só?' Mas no fim vai valer a pena.
Publicada por Catherine à(s) 11:30 1 comentários
quarta-feira, 5 de novembro de 2008
hallo! wie geht's?
Mesmo quando a vida é uma merda há coisas tão boas.
Há coisas que nos irritam sem nos fazerem nada,
Há vezes em que parecemos um saco de porrada e isso nos faz ganhar o dia,
Há sitios que nos sofocam e ao mesmo tempo são a nossa vida,
vivemos na pressão e só queremos que acabe o mais rápido possivel, sofremos quando nos apetecia ficar quietos, mas sei que quando tiver de dizer 'Lindas senhoras, boa noite, boa noite.' pela ultima vez vou chorar mais do que era suposto.
Parece que tudo na vida tem os dois lados, 'there can be no pleasure without pain'.
E por vezes crescemos e apercebemo-nos que também há coisas com as quais perdemos de mais o nosso tempo, coisas sem valor nenhum para as quais não deviamos ter olhado duas vezes(...)de vez em quando lá olhamos para o lado numa situação qualquer e vemos finalmente algo para o qual já tinhamos olhado sem no entanto ter visto de verdade, momentos de lucidez talvez.
É tão bom viver na loucura, é tão bom poder dizer que estamos vivos e que começamos de novo quando bem nos apetecer.
'Hey non nonny, nonny, hey nonny'
Parabéns ao meu querido blog, um ano e dois dias e a mim que cresci e comecei de novo.
Publicada por Catherine à(s) 22:16 2 comentários
quinta-feira, 30 de outubro de 2008
domingo, 19 de outubro de 2008
Beatnik
I'm just a mess, nothing but a mess, everything but a mess, i'm stubborn and won't take anything you say lightly, i'm a rocker, i'm a hippie, i'm glam, i'm strange, i'm electro, punk, rock, reggae, ska, i'm the scene, i'm your everyday dream, i'm a nightmare, i'm a kid, i'm a thinker, i'll hunt you or ignore you, i'm made out of colors and i hate them, i'm a screamer, i'm quiet, i'm everything you say i am but i'm nothing but me, i'm night, i'm peace, i'm confusion, i'm an animal, i'm a lady, i'm a beatnik.
You shouldn't mess with me.
Publicada por Catherine à(s) 22:48 2 comentários
quarta-feira, 15 de outubro de 2008
quinta-feira, 9 de outubro de 2008
sábado, 4 de outubro de 2008
domingo, 28 de setembro de 2008
Do you feel like i do?

'I'm thinking about other things I heard about today
All this week and tomorrow
And how these hands can create some better things for bettering
but you see for now I got my own things
I can't help it
I got too many issues I own
So I cannot help I'm afraid, yeah
But keep on preaching, preaching and heal the world
Lip service makes us look great
Do you feel
The weight of the world singing sorrow
Or to you is it just not real
Cause you got your own things
Yeah we all have our things I guess
I guess my mind wanders off
from time to time
Sometimes I convince myself
that all is fine in the world
It's not mine
Why should I
have to try
to fix things I didn't create or contrive
Do you feel
The weight of the world singing sorrow
Or to you is it just not real
Cause you got your own things
Yeah we all have so many things
Have the habits
Had you
Has it been for long
Can you feel the souls behind what's going on
Do you feel
The weight of the world singing sorrow
Or to you is it just not real
Cause you got your own things
Yeah we all have our things
Do you feel
The weight of the world singing sorrow
Or to you is it just not real
Cause you got your things
Yeah we all so many things
And I can get past these things
Ohhh '
*Do you feel*
Publicada por Catherine à(s) 14:50 2 comentários
sexta-feira, 26 de setembro de 2008
domingo, 21 de setembro de 2008
Be yourself

x Life wasn't made to be wasted pretending x
-x ------- x ---- x ------- x ---- x ------- x ---- x ------- x ---- x ------- x ---- x
P.S: I'm still looking for the boy from the post before this one, help me people, we are running in a tight schedule here ! ;)
Publicada por Catherine à(s) 18:06 1 comentários
quarta-feira, 17 de setembro de 2008
PLEASE IF YOU SEE THIS BOY IN THE STREET LET HIM KNOW THAT THE MOTHER OF HIS CHILDREN'S LOOKING FOR HIM
i miss things, but i don't know what am i missing yet :P
days are going by and i don't know why I'm not enjoying this as much as i should,
yes, i'll always be the one who doesn't want to lock herself around something, yea that's pretty much me
always too stubborn, always too silly, too Catarina, never, never, number one rule, get attached, that's true, really won't happen, nah not with me.
And so, it didn't. happened years ago about some damn hippie, won't happen again.
I guess that when you don't have anything to say you should just, not say it.
What am i doing anyway?
Not talking about fairy tale, love or whatsoever, hard not to talk about, harder to explain...
Funny how i really don't have anything to say.
Guess we can say I'm happy about...this, nothing.
The future, here, bahhh, don't want to think about anything, oh please wake me up when September ends (yea, I'm kinda quoting green day)
Don't wanna go back to school, nop, not really, no, (at least, not if that pretty blonde in the beginning of the text doesn't show up in the first day of school)
Publicada por Catherine à(s) 11:47 2 comentários
segunda-feira, 8 de setembro de 2008
terça-feira, 2 de setembro de 2008
[31/08/08] Shine on
Yep, the last day (un)finally it. I'm here by myself, enjoying what can probably be my last day sitting in front of the computer wathcing the sun, in a quiet afternoon next to a big pool ;) Well, i could be sad, barely holding my tears (ahah), but i'm not, not even close.
Actually i'm happy, it was a good summer, with it's ups and downs, but good indeed.
I got to know you better :) And i got to screw things a litlle bit more, but it's ok you know, there's still next year if God help us and the other after this one and so on :)
Everything looks so bright now, the future, so much better, next summer, oh baby. :D
It really does look so well, really couldn't look better, it's funny, how about a few days ago i was holding on so so much for every lasting second and then i was having that feeling that tends to follow me everywhere i go and in everything i do, the feeling that nothing comes back but the good thing is that i always come to the same conclusion: things may not come back but even better things will come and life is an open road, the world has so many surprises to give, how can we ask for anything better when we're young, have people who love us, have God in our life and are perfectly healthy? Nothing, really, we can't ask for anything more of anyone except of ourselves.
Next year will be so much different, so much better, so much Everything, we hope, we pray and at times we get it better than what we wished for.
This is just an ordinary day, let me enjoy it.
Publicada por Catherine à(s) 22:23 3 comentários
*

'I love you', I whispered in her ear as we hugged. But she didn't say the words back. She just said, 'you smell so good', and snogged me. Which was a pretty okay substitute, I guess.
'That girl-boy thing'
Publicada por Catherine à(s) 22:07 0 comentários
segunda-feira, 1 de setembro de 2008
New year's resolutions
Almost starting a new year, an age maybe.It's about time to stop making resolutions and really start making stuff for real.
I always say i had enough and end up doing the same things, falling in the same circles but now, i guess the only difference is that i really want it to end this time. Maybe i had enough by now, of this part of me. There's nothing left of me, just because i'm a whole now. I've fallen only God knows how many times, i've done things wrong over and over again, took too much for granted when I should already know that there's nothing i really can rely on truthly, but God and his mercy.
Yes, i do belive in destiny, i do belive there's all meant to be, but we all have to move on, make changes 'cause i can't expect things to start falling of the sky.
I have to start remembering the good stuff, respect and learn with the bad parts but lock these both in some safe place in my mind and send the key away. Belive that when i'm not so sure about things i have to stop thinging about them so much, there's no worth in thinking too much, it's a waste of time really. No more shadows this time, no more old feelings, this time around i'll do what i can to be a new technical person about it all...But still i have a few days left to learn to say 'cya, better next time' and still, here i am, making resolutions all over again.
From enside, out.
'Je ne suis pas comme, come, comme toi'
Publicada por Catherine à(s) 22:35 2 comentários
terça-feira, 15 de julho de 2008
Why are you still messing with my head?
You're different, much different from what I remember, of what you were to me.What's that yellow about anyway?
I guess today your chapter was over, still, i'm not over you, or i must say, i'm not over with what i feel/felt for you.
Though, if it ain't you, it's me, it's got to be me. But why?
(Why)Did i got so attached? Why couldn't I let go for so long?
I finally got to this point now, where I can think about it, logically, start to think of it that way, or beginning to belive that i can think about it logically, truthfully... but who knows, it can take another two years.
Why will it always be you, about you, you being the One, you being that Thing, when i get to the point of knowing that it isn't about you anymore??
That person of two years ago, it isn't you, the feelings that you shared with me...gone. Why do I keep saying this to myself over and over again without it making any sense at all in my head nor heart?
All the things i felt, crying for someone for real, loving you like i hope i can love someone, someday, again.
And still, seeing you today, didn't do me any good nor bad, it's just your figure, you know, your figure, your presence... but it isn't you anymore.
I know the 'before' was there in that same body but even that one looking so similiar doesn't look the same.
Your cute laugh... that remains and 'the' accent(...) there's so much i'd want to say, so much i could tell you, of how much i missed it for all this time, but it wouldn't matter 'cause you could never realize it, no one can, not even myself and, for real, no one would belive it like i can't and shouldn't. Sounds sick.
Why? I get frustrated that, with all of this, i still didn't tell you a thing.
Afterall, i know, i'm still attached, i'm still there, lost in time, two years ago, i hope i can move on starting soon, but for now, i still love you, like it wasn't meant too, love the person you were back then and still love what's left of you, somewhere there, in that body with a different someone in it, still do, maybe i'll always will.
#
"Pensando en ti...
puedo ver el matiz,
y el reflejo de mi de depresion
puedo ver el perfil
del fantasma que hay en mi interior
y no he dejado de fumar y no puedo dormir
y en medio de la soledad sigo pensando en ti
y no me atrevo a comenzar por olvidarte al fin
porque me asusta descifrar
que habra detras de ti
que hay detras
de una lagrima
que hay detras
de la fragilidad
que hay detras
del ultimo adios
que hay detras
cuando acaba el amor
que hay detras...
puedo ver desde aqui mis recuerdos persiguiendote
puedo ver el perfil de mi sombra sobre la pared
y no he dejado de fumar y no puedo dormir
y en medio de la soledad sigo pensando en ti
y no me atrevo a comenzar por olvidarte al fin
porque me asusta decifrar
que habra detras de ti"
RBD
How can something mean so much the same, after such a long time?
Publicada por Catherine à(s) 01:58 2 comentários
sábado, 12 de julho de 2008
Canto rumba de colores
tengo alergia en el corazón
voy cantando por la carretera
de copiloto llevo el sol.
Y a mi no me hace falta estrella
q me lleve hasta tu portal
como ayer estaba borracho
fui tirando migas de pan
Voy camiando por la vida, sin pausa, pero sin prisas
procurando no hacer ruido, vestio con una sonrisa, sin complejo ni temores,
canto rumbas de colores
y el llorar no me hace daño siempre (y) cuando tu no llores
Y el milindri a mi me llaman
en el mundillo calé
porque al coger mi guitarra
se me van solos los pies.
Y este año le pido al Cielo ( ay vamonos)
La salud del anterior.
No necesito dinero,
voy sobrao en el amor.
Voy camiando por la vida, sin pausa, pero sin prisas
procurando no hacer ruido, vestio con una sonrisa, sin complejo ni temores
canto rumbas de colores
y el llorar no me hace daño siempre (y) cuando tu no llores ayy
Y no quiero amores, no correspondidos
no quiero guerras
no quiero amigos
que no me quieran sin mis galones
No me tires flores
Ni falsas miradas de inexpresion
que no dicen nada
del corazón que me las propone
Porque voy camiando por la vida, sin pausa, pero sin prisas
procurando no hacer ruido, vestio con una sonrisa, sin complejo ni temores
canto rumbas de colores
y el llorar no me hace daño siempre (y) cuando tu no llores ayy
Publicada por Catherine à(s) 02:17 0 comentários
quarta-feira, 9 de julho de 2008
All the way!

As coisas vão, mas as coisas voltam :D
In such a good mood, i couldn't ask for anything better*
Titanic ahah xD
Publicada por Catherine à(s) 16:25 2 comentários
segunda-feira, 30 de junho de 2008
Hoje

Hoje concerto dos Tokio - Bill - perfeito de qualquer maneira ( só o Jojó é que percebe bem esta )
Hoje, domingo.
Amanhã...segunda, sem aulas, chegaram mesmo as férias, será? Contado ninguém acredita!
Hoje, de bem com a vida, de bem com o sol.
Hoje, contente.
Hoje: Ready, set, go!
Hoje não se metam comigo xD
Hoje, hoje, hoje, amanhã e daqui em diante.
*Hoje, publicidade: http://pandorabrianna.blogspot.com
Publicada por Catherine à(s) 02:12 3 comentários
sexta-feira, 27 de junho de 2008
Still keep all the memories :)
Today is such a lovely day, stand up and fight again,
We and Babylon at war until we a gon sleep at night again
The only way to live up bright again is to lift up you voice now!
Ich bin für Liebe, ich bin für die die's lieben zu leben,
ich bin für die, die Liebe geben auch wenn's schwer ist im Leben
Ich bin für die die's erst erleben, dann denken, dann weitergeben,
statt los zu reden und bloß zu erzählen um sich groß zu geben
Ich bin für die, die sich Blöße geben, damit wir sehen
und verstehen dass die echten Weisen in Schwäche zeigen die Größe sehen
Ich bin für die, die uns konfrontieren mit uns selbst,
bin für den der Versprechen hält, bin für den, der beißt wenn er bellt
Ich bin für Menschen die sich angekettet auf Gleise setzen,
rebellieren statt zu sehen was passiert und's leise zu fressen
Ich bin für Nachbarn die helfen, Picknick im Park,
für Friede, Freude, Eierkuchen, Klar bin ich für Peace im Irak,
ich bin für CD's für weniger Geld im Media Markt
damit jeder sich's leisten kann was ich sag und nicht bloß dein Arzt
Ich bin für mehr Jobs, mehr Plätze, mehr Stellen, mehr Arbeitsmarkt
Ich bin für alles was Hoffnung macht und Kräfte schafft jeden Tag.
Today is such a lovely day, stand up and fight again,
We and Babylon at war until we a gon sleep at night again
The only way to live up bright again is to lift up you voice now!
Ich bin dagegen, gegen alles zu sein, doch ich bin gegen so manches was mir bekannt ist, denn manches muss ja nicht sein,
bin gegen genmanipuliertes Gemüse und gegen Schwein
Ich bin dagegen dass man meint man muss kompliziert sein um klug zu scheinen
Ich bin dagegen Depp zu sein, ich bin dagegen nett zu sein
zu manchen Menschen die meinen sie müssten respektlos sein
Bin gegen Bosse die meinen um der Chef zu sein
muss man ekelig sein und die Mitarbeiter treten und schreien,
bin gegen Politik die konstruiert ist uns zu kontrollieren
Kommunizier indem ich kontroverse Verse komponiere,
Komm mit mir und sieh die Welt so wie sie ist
denn ich bin gegen jeden einzelnen Faschist der uns verseucht mit seinem Gift,
Ich bin gegen Tierversuche, ich bin gegen das Klonen von Menschenleben
bin dagegen das zur Zeit noch Millionen in Wellblechhütten wohnen,
und, Mann, ich dagegen aufzugeben,
bin dagegen zuzusehen wenn Menschenleben untergehen
Today is such a lovely day, stand up and fight again,
We and Babylon at war until we a gon sleep at night again
The only way to live up bright again is to lift up you voice now!
Mir ist egal wie viel du raffst in nem Jahr
solang bis du hast was du brauchst und machst was du glaubst ist alles klar,
mir ist egal wie viel du weißt und welcher Meister dein Lehrer war,
welcher Kaiser dein Herrscher ist, wenn du weißt wer du selber bist,
mir ist egal, wie viel Erfahrung du hast wenn du nur stehst und nichts bewegst
und ganz und gar nichts aus Erfahrung machst, mir ist egal wie viel du feierst und trinkst, wenn am nächsten Tag für die Kinder gesorgt ist, ist das kein Ding,
und mir ist egal wie viel Kritik ich bekomm,
für manchen Tracks denn andere sagen mir sie lieben die Songs,
mir ist egal wie abgehoben du bist, flieg nur davon
denn wenn du zu nah zur Sonne kommst, dann wirst du schon alleine wiederkommen,
denn sonst zerschmelzen dir die Flügel im Nu,
mir ist egal wie viel du lügst ich hör dir einfach nur zu,
denn irgendwann verfängst du dich in deinem eigenen Strick
dann ist egal wie sehr du schreist du brichst dein eigenes Genick
Today is such a lovely day, stand up and fight again,
We and Babylon at war until we a gon sleep at night again
The only way to live up bright again is to lift up you voice now!
Publicada por Catherine à(s) 21:59 1 comentários
segunda-feira, 23 de junho de 2008
Estou Além
'Não consigo dominar
Este estado de ansiedade
A pressa de chegar
P’ra não chegar tarde
Não sei de que é que eu fujo
Será desta solidão
Mas porque é que eu recuso
Quem quer dar-me a mão
Vou continuar a procurar a quem eu me quero dar
Porque até aqui eu só
Quero quem
Quem eu nunca vi
Porque eu só quero quem
Quem não conheci
Porque eu só quero quem
Quem eu nunca vi
Porque eu só quero quem
Quem não conheci
Porque eu só quero quem
Quem eu nunca vi
Esta insatisfação
Não consigo compreender
Sempre esta sensação
Que estou a perder
Tenho pressa de sair
Quero sentir ao chegar
Vontade de partir
P’ra outro lugar
Vou continuar a procurar o meu mundo, o meu lugar
Porque até aqui eu só
Estou bem
Aonde não estou
Porque eu só estou bem
Aonde eu não vou
Porque eu só estou bem
Aonde não estou
Porque eu só estou bem
Aonde não vou
Porque eu só estou bem
Aonde não estou'
Publicada por Catherine à(s) 22:52 2 comentários
terça-feira, 10 de junho de 2008
I'll get back again
You shoved me to the ground
I can't run, I can't shout
Just let me out
So heartless, this couldn't mean less
Gonna push it in your face
I'm only human
And I've got something to say
[Chorus]
Let me rise, let me fall
Let me breathe
I wanna lose control, I'm not afraid to lose it all
Let me break, let me crawl
Cause I'll get back up again if you let me fall
If I burn down in this fire
Well, I got myself to blame
I can't stop or give it up
I need to feel the pain
Can you hear me?
Don't come near me
You'll just get in my way
I'm only human
And there's nothing you can say
[Chorus]
Let me rise, let me fall
Let me breathe
I wanna lose control, I'm not afraid to lose it all
Let me break, let me crawl
Cause I will get up again if you let me fall
Say you know who I am
And what I'm about
Then you'll understand that I feel alone
I live my own life
[Chorus]
Let me rise, let me fall
Let me breathe
I wanna lose control, I'm not afraid to lose it all
Let me break, let me crawl
Cause I will get up again if you let me fall
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
If you let me fall
If you let me
If you let me fall
If you let me fall
I will get up again if you let me fall
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
If you let me fall
If you let me fall
Let me fall
Publicada por Catherine à(s) 21:03 6 comentários
terça-feira, 3 de junho de 2008
sábado, 31 de maio de 2008
I guess i'm just too hot 'n' cold
Hoje é sábado, falta um dia para o rock in rio, pensamento positivo certo?
Mas tenho de voltar à mesma conversa, é chato quando nos apercebemos que 'tudo tem o seu tempo' e realmente tem. Podia ter-me percebido disto à anos, ontem, amanhã depois, mas não, foi à dias, calhou mal.
Texto de merda. Não sai nada de jeito porque tudo tem o seu tempo e hoje talvez não seja o meu tempo de escrever. Coisa mais chata.
Queria encerrar isto, não vale a pena pensar muito mais. Não posso voltar atrás e também não sei se queria se pudesse. Está a chegar o verão finalmente. Vou afastar-me de tudo que me dá dores de cabeça, sem stress... até que enfim.
Está a chegar a altura dos festivais de verão, bem ditos sejam eles.
Lufada de ar fresco, até já vejo mais cores. Só falta um mês, bolas falta tanto tempo, mas não me apetece pensar nisso. Pensamento positivo certo?
E tudo isto não tem a ver com ninguém senão comigo, chega a ter piada... vivemos numa constante batalha entre nós e a nossa mente, coisas que fazemos e não queremos, coisas que queremos fazer e não fazemos, coisas que nos passam ao lado e não deviam ter passado... noites sem dormir a pensar... não tem piada, é irónico.
Podia ser pior, mas não vale a pena, não vale a pena, não vale mesmo a pena pensar nisso... as pessoas não mudam, vou continuar a perder noites com o mesmo assunto.
Publicada por Catherine à(s) 15:50 4 comentários
quinta-feira, 22 de maio de 2008
woe is me!

HAMLET
(...)And lose the name of action.--Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.
OPHELIA
Good my lord,
How does your honour for this many a day?
HAMLET
I humbly thank you; well, well, well.
OPHELIA
My lord, I have remembrances of yours,
That I have longed long to re-deliver;
I pray you, now receive them.
HAMLET
No, not I;
I never gave you aught.
OPHELIA
My honour'd lord, you know right well you did;
And, with them, words of so sweet breath composed
As made the things more rich: their perfume lost,
Take these again; for to the noble mind
Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
There, my lord.
HAMLET
Ha, ha! are you honest?
OPHELIA
My lord?
HAMLET
Are you fair?
OPHELIA
What means your lordship?
HAMLET
That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should
admit no discourse to your beauty.
OPHELIA
Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than
with honesty?
HAMLET
Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner
transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the
force of honesty can translate beauty into his
likeness: this was sometime a paradox, but now the
time gives it proof. I did love you once.
OPHELIA
Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.
HAMLET
You should not have believed me; for virtue cannot
so inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of
it: I loved you not.
OPHELIA
I was the more deceived.
HAMLET
Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a
breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest;
but yet I could accuse me of such things that it
were better my mother had not borne me: I am very
proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at
my beck than I have thoughts to put them in,
imagination to give them shape, or time to act them
in. What should such fellows as I do crawling
between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves,
all; believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery.
Where's your father?
OPHELIA
At home, my lord.
HAMLET
Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the
fool no where but in's own house. Farewell.
OPHELIA
O, help him, you sweet heavens!
HAMLET
If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for
thy dowry: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as
snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a
nunnery, go: farewell. Or, if thou wilt needs
marry, marry a fool; for wise men know well enough
what monsters you make of them. To a nunnery, go,
and quickly too. Farewell.
OPHELIA
O heavenly powers, restore him!
HAMLET
I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God
has given you one face, and you make yourselves
another: you jig, you amble, and you lisp, and
nick-name God's creatures, and make your wantonness
your ignorance. Go to, I'll no more on't; it hath
made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriages:
those that are married already, all but one, shall
live; the rest shall keep as they are. To a
nunnery, go.
Exit
OPHELIA
O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown!
The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword;
The expectancy and rose of the fair state,
The glass of fashion and the mould of form,
The observed of all observers, quite, quite down!
And I, of ladies most deject and wretched,
That suck'd the honey of his music vows,
Now see that noble and most sovereign reason,
Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh;
That unmatch'd form and feature of blown youth
Blasted with ecstasy: O, woe is me,
To have seen what I have seen, see what I see!
Publicada por Catherine à(s) 23:21 6 comentários
quarta-feira, 7 de maio de 2008
Sweeney Todd
Publicada por Catherine à(s) 22:53 2 comentários
segunda-feira, 5 de maio de 2008
domingo, 27 de abril de 2008
Brásia Antunes se faz favor
Eu quero sentimento,
não quero brancas, não não obrigada.
Quero palmas sim, se correr bem,
quero sorte, Deus comigo e merda, muita merda,
quero que passe rápido, mas quero sentir que nada passou despercebido,
quero ser a Brásia, oh Brásia filha, e estares lá quando eu entrar, não?
quero rir-me no fim,
chorar, chorar mas de alegria,
quero dançar, acreditar que consigo,
vou conseguir.
Ai merda, aqui vou eu.
Publicada por Catherine à(s) 22:33 1 comentários
segunda-feira, 7 de abril de 2008
Sei un viaggio che non ha né meta né destinazione
Guardo il cielo e non vedo altro colore
solo grigio piombo che mi spegne il sole,
l'unica certezza è gli occhi che io ho di te.
Due fotografie è tutto ciò che mi rimane,
sul mio letto il vento le fa volare,
la distanza che ci divide fa male anche a me.
Se non vai via, l'amore è qui.
Sei un viaggio che non ha né meta né destinazione
sei la terra di mezzo dove ho lasciato il mio cuore
Sono solo anch'io, come vivi tu, cerco come te...
L'amore.
Quel che so di te è soltanto il tuo nome,
la tua voce suona in questa canzone.
Musica e parole emozioni che scrivo di noi.
Se non vai via, il mondo è qui.
Sei un viaggio che non ha né meta né destinazione
sei la terra di mezzo dove ho lasciato il mio cuore
Sono solo anch'io, come vivi tu, cerco come te...
L'amore.
Cambia il cielo i tuoi occhi no,
come vetro è l'amore che sei
Sei un viaggio che non ha né meta né destinazione destination
sei la terra di mezzo dove ho lasciato il mio cuore
Sono solo anch'io, come vivi tu, cerco come te...
L'amore.
Publicada por Catherine à(s) 22:12 4 comentários
sábado, 5 de abril de 2008
terça-feira, 1 de abril de 2008
Para sempre?
19/05/06
I don't wanna but i gotta let u go
o tempo nao volta atras
Publicada por Catherine à(s) 23:45 3 comentários
domingo, 30 de março de 2008
sábado, 29 de março de 2008
VOLTAAAA JESSE
Isto ainda se aguentava mas mais não porfavor!!
Para o antigo Jesse:
Jesse, eu vou para sempre guardar uma recordaçao tua de quando ainda eras decente, nunca vou esquecer o antigo jesse e juro q sempre q vir o indecente na tv, desligo. bjinhos jesse antigo, onde quer q estejas nao vejas o q o jesse indecente anda a fazer.
xD
VOLTA JESSEEEE
Publicada por Catherine à(s) 19:28 3 comentários
sexta-feira, 28 de março de 2008
terça-feira, 25 de março de 2008
Change
Publicada por Catherine à(s) 00:30 3 comentários
quinta-feira, 13 de março de 2008
Me
Publicada por Catherine à(s) 23:29 2 comentários
domingo, 9 de março de 2008
sexta-feira, 7 de março de 2008
Rumba de colores :D
*Este é para a Joana :)
Adoro-te Mana, tenho a certeza q vais adorar o video do meu Melendi xD
Publicada por Catherine à(s) 22:32 4 comentários
segunda-feira, 3 de março de 2008
Please hold on, ok? :)
"
Tears are forming in your eyes, a storm is warning in the skies,
the end of the world it seems, you bend down and you fall on your knees,
well get back on your feet , yeah,don't look away, don't run away, baby it's only life,
don't lose your faith, don't run away, it's only life.
you were always playing hard, never could let down your guard,
you can't win, if you never give in,
to that voice within, saying pick up your chin,
baby let go of it ,
yeah,don't look away, don't run away , baby, it's only life.
don't lose your faith, don't run away, baby it's only life.
take your hesitance, and your self defense, leave them behind,
it's only life, don't be so afraid of facing every day, just take your time, it's only life,
i'll be your stepping stone, don't be so alone, just hold on tight, it's only life,
oh..don't look away, don't run away, baby it's only life,
don't lose your faith, don't run away, baby, it's only life
it's only life, it's only life, don't look away..."
Kate V.-It's only life
Publicada por Catherine à(s) 21:24 2 comentários
domingo, 2 de março de 2008
sexta-feira, 29 de fevereiro de 2008
Cliff
A vida é um precipício.
todos caímos.
Uns gostam de emoções fortes, (aquelas) mesmo antes do pára quedas se abrir,
outros não se chegam a atirar, com medo,
outros não caem, voam.
Don't be afraid to live,
Be free xx
Publicada por Catherine à(s) 17:35 3 comentários
quarta-feira, 27 de fevereiro de 2008
What's worse?
Amar
ou
Amar e Odiar ao mesmo tempo.
Publicada por Catherine à(s) 17:05 4 comentários
quarta-feira, 20 de fevereiro de 2008
Don't try to label me
Publicada por Catherine à(s) 15:38 3 comentários
domingo, 17 de fevereiro de 2008
Star Academy
Publicada por Catherine à(s) 21:43 1 comentários
What doesn't hurt at all
Publicada por Catherine à(s) 03:13 1 comentários
terça-feira, 12 de fevereiro de 2008
Tanto faz, não?
Para quê fugir?
É mais forte que a razão…
E tu não vais resistir…
Pedra no coração!
– preso na minha mão;
Que estás a perder?
É medo o que sentes?
Ou não queres saber?
* Tu(do) teN(s) dois lados,
tudo depende,
dizer que não ou dizer que sim,
tanto faz,
independentemente disso,
ninguem sabe, ok?
Catarina B.
Publicada por Catherine à(s) 23:01 2 comentários
domingo, 3 de fevereiro de 2008
'Toto, I've a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore'
(Don't you still do?)
Publicada por Catherine à(s) 22:40 4 comentários
terça-feira, 29 de janeiro de 2008
domingo, 20 de janeiro de 2008
Victims of Love xD
"In the beginning, I tried to warn you
And here we are now, in the same situation,
You never listen, I never listen
Now I am thinking of a way that I can make an escape
It's got me caught up in a web and my hearts the prey
Do you really wanna throw your heart away, away, away?
Publicada por Catherine à(s) 22:55 2 comentários
quarta-feira, 16 de janeiro de 2008
domingo, 13 de janeiro de 2008
Carry me home :)
And I'm standing in the snow
Daddy it's so cold out here
I just don't know where to go
Carry me home
Where the streets are made of gold
Take me back to that better place
Where they're never growing old
I wanna find my way
Carry me home, home, home
Carry me home, home, home
Carry me home, home, home
Carry me home
I feel so out of place in this city made of stone
I'm a captive in a World thats free
And I'm dying all alone
I'm standing at a crossroad now
I wanna find my way
Carry me home (Carry me home, oh yeah)
I'm searching for a world of peace
I'm searching for serenity
I believe in love and paradise is
Where I'm ment to be
I'm standing at a crossroad now
I wanna find my way
Carry me home
Carry me home, home, home
Carry me home, home, home
Carry me home, home, home
Carry me home
Take me back to the place
Where the streets are made of gold
Take me back to the place
Where they're never growing old
I'm standing at a crossroad now
I don't wanna to be alone
I wanna find my way
Carry me ...
.. Home, home, home
Carry me home, home, home
Carry me home, home, home
You gotta carry me home
Carry me, carry me, carry me, carry me
Daddy, Carry me, carry me, carry me, carry me
Daddy, Carry me, carry me, carry me, carry me
Carry me home'
=)
Publicada por Catherine à(s) 20:16 3 comentários
sábado, 12 de janeiro de 2008
I CAN DO BETTER
I couldn't give a damn what you said to me
Publicada por Catherine à(s) 20:27 1 comentários
quinta-feira, 10 de janeiro de 2008
domingo, 6 de janeiro de 2008
A Dúvida
Se sabemos quem somos totalmente (?)
Publicada por Catherine à(s) 22:40 2 comentários


























