| You are an Atheist |
 When it comes to religion, you're a non-believer (simple as that). You prefer to think about what's known and proven. You don't need religion to solve life's problems. Instead, you tend to work things out with logic and philosophy. |
One is what one has to be...
Disse-o e muito bem dito
Eu mesmo não diria mais
diga de sua justiça
todos os telemóveis abrigados dentro de uma meiinha deviam ser confiscados. e se o portador mostrasse um trejeito de carinho ou pena, levava um tiro. mesmo no meio da testa. pronto, já disse.
todos os telemóveis abrigados dentro de uma meiinha deviam ser confiscados. e se o portador mostrasse um trejeito de carinho ou pena, levava um tiro. mesmo no meio da testa. pronto, já disse.
Momento Zen para o fim de semana
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Guilty Pleasures
ABBA - S.O.S.
Where are those happy days, they seem so hard to find
I tried to reach for you, but you have closed your mind
Whatever happened to our love?
I wish I understood
It used to be so nice, it used to be so good
So when you're near me, darling can't you hear me
S. O. S.
The love you gave me, nothing else can save me
S. O. S.
When you're gone
How can I even try to go on?
When you're gone
Though I try how can I carry on?
You seem so far away though you are standing near
You made me feel alive, but something died I fear
I really tried to make it out
I wish I understood
What happened to our love, it used to be so good
So when you're near me, darling can't you hear me
S. O. S.
The love you gave me, nothing else can save me
S. O. S.
When you're gone
How can I even try to go on?
When you're gone
Though I try how can I carry on?
So when you're near me, darling can't you hear me
S. O. S.
And the love you gave me, nothing else can save me
S. O. S.
When you're gone
How can I even try to go on?
When you're gone
Though I try how can I carry on?
When you're gone
How can I even try to go on?
When you're gone
Though I try how can I carry on?
Enfim, sempre é verdade
Que o fim do mundo está próximo... sempre esteve.
Especialmente se olharmos a coisa da perspectiva espacio-temporal cósmica.
Estamos aqui desde apenas há um instante e sairemos de cena no próximo.
Nem sequer somos um separador de continuidade, ou lá o que é que se chama a um conjunto de imagens destinada a preencher um espaço vazio de entretenimento.
Que se morre lentamente...
O que nos dá vida é o que nos mata.
Ironia ying-yang.
O ar da vida é o combustível da nossa ruína.
Que na verdade tudo é ilusão...
Quimeras e unicórnios.
Fogos fátuos, estrelas cadentes consumidas numa fogueira furiosa e gloriosa.
Sic transit gloria mundi
Memento moris
Ainda não é a resposta para a grande pergunta (ou à pergunta Final) sobre a vida o universo e tudo. Apenas sobre o Mundo
Roubado com muita lata e sem remorsos aqui: http://www.ki-tsch-net.blogspot.com/
Hino do Outono que finalmente se instala
e depois eu acho que é grande canção.
Piano Man
(Billy Joel)
It's nine o'clock on a Saturday
The regular crowd shuffles in
There's an old man sitting next to me
Makin' love to his tonic and gin
He says, "Son, can you play me a memory
I'm not really sure how it goes
But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete
When I wore a younger man's clothes"
La la la, de de da
La la, de de da da dum
Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright
Now John at the bar is a friend of mine
He gets me my drinks for free
And he's quick with a joke or to light up your smoke
But there's someplace that he'd rather be
He says, "Bill, I believe this is killing me."
As the smile ran away from his face
"Well I'm sure that I could be a movie star
If I could get out of this place"
Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da dum
Now Paul is a real estate novelist
Who never had time for a wife
And he's talkin' with Davy, who's still in the navy
And probably will be for life
And the waitress is practicing politics
As the businessmen slowly get stoned
Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it's better than drinkin' alone
sing us a song you're the piano man
sing us a song tonight well we're all in the mood
for a melody and you got us feeling alright
It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday
And the manager gives me a smile
'Cause he knows that it's me they've been comin' to see
To forget about life for a while
And the piano, it sounds like a carnival
And the microphone smells like a beer
And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar
And say, "Man, what are you doin' here."
Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da dum
sing us a song you're the piano man
sing us a song tonight
well we're all in the mood for a melody and you got us
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