Wednesday, February 20, 2008


When routine bites hard, and ambitions are low
And resentment rides high, but emotions won't grow
And we're changing our ways, taking different roads
Then love, love will tear us apart again --

Why is the bedroom so cold? You've turned away on your side
Is my timing that flawed - our respect run so dry?
Yet there's still this appeal that we've kept through our lives
Love, love will tear us apart again --

You cry out in your sleep - all my failings expose
There's a taste in my mouth, as desperation takes hold
Just that something so good just can't function no more
When love, love will tear us apart again --

Sunday, February 17, 2008


Just a perfect day

drink sangria in the park

And then later when it gets dark

we go home


Just a perfect day

feed animals in the zoo

Then later a movie too

and then home


Oh, it's such a perfect day

I'm glad I spent it with you

Oh, such a perfect day

You just keep me hanging on

you just keep me hanging on


Just a perfect day

problems all left alone

Weekenders on our own

it's such fun


Just a perfect day

you made me forget myselfI thought

I was someone else

someone good


Oh, it's such a perfect day

I'm glad I spent it with you

Oh, such a perfect day

You just keep me hanging on

you just keep me hanging on

Tuesday, February 12, 2008


Uma só palavra tua
e o viver monótono
que me acompanha
ganhará as cores do arco-íris,
subirá as montanhas
do Nepal,
atravessará
a Cordilheira dos Andes,
cruzará o Canal da Mancha
e se perderá
no Triângulo das Bermudas.

Uma só palavra tua
e meus sentidos irão explorar
a Floresta Amazônica,
fotografar
o olho do furacão americano,
visualizar preces no Monte Sinai,
conferir a Muralha da China,
admirar as quedas do Niágara,
visitar as águas da romântica Veneza
e alcançaras neves do Kilimanjaro.

Uma só palavra tua
e o muro de Berlim que me rodeia
cairá por terra,
libertando-me das garras
do inferno de Java,
abrirá minhas asas para o vôo de Ícaro
e, queimando meus temores,
fará pousar meus amores
na clareira recém-aberta,
desenhada
pelo teu eterno sorriso
de Mona Lisa.