quinta-feira, 24 de março de 2011

Poema Robert Frost

"Os bosques são belos, sombrios, fundos. Mas há muitas milhas a andar e muitas promessas a guardar antes de se poder dormir, Sim, antes de se poder dormir"

domingo, 20 de março de 2011

The National - Fake Empire



Stay out super late tonight
picking apples, making pies
put a little something in our lemonade and take it with us
we’re half-awake in a fake empire
we’re half-awake in a fake empire

Tiptoe through our shiny city
with our diamond slippers on
do our gay ballet on ice
bluebirds on our shoulders
we’re half-awake in a fake empire
we’re half-awake in a fake empire

Turn the light out say goodnight
no thinking for a little while
lets not try to figure out everything at once
It’s hard to keep track of you falling through the sky
we’re half-awake in a fake empire
we’re half-awake in a fake empire