Tardes de domingo...

As tardes de domingo são um fenómeno que não consigo compreender... ou saio e o tempo parece que passa a correr, ou fico em casa para adiantar trabalhos da escola... e o tempo parece que passa a correr...

Bem, tanto é assim que hoje não peguei nos livros... deu-me para a preguiça e para ouvir o tio Jeff...
Foi uma tarde ideal, para uma semana que promete ser agitada (consulta no hospital, torneio de basket, acabar de apresentar a aula de Psico... mais o teste de Português, que só escapa por ser sobre Pessoa... revisões para Biologia e Psico, ensaios no Grupo Cénico terça e quinta e se calhar o almoço no Chinês na sexta, mais a aula de Língua Gestual à noite).
Estou a ver que não vou parar... bem, fica mais uma das letras de Jeff Buckley, mais uma canção estupenda para o meu domingo caseiro...

Lover, You Should've Come Over

Looking out the door
I see the rain fall upon the funeralmourners
Parading in a wake of sad relations
as their shoes fill up withwater

And maybe I'm too young
To keep good love from going wrong
But tonight you're on my mind so (you'll never know)

I'm broken down and hungry for your love
With no way to feed it
Where are you tonight?
Child, you know how much I need it
Too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run

Sometimes a man gets carried away
When he feels like he should be having his fun
And much too blind to see the damage he's done
Sometimes a man must awake to find that, really,
He has no one...
So I'll wait for you... And I'll burn
Will I ever see your sweet return, oh, or will I ever learn
Lover, you should've come over
Cause it's not too late

Lonely is the room the bed is made
The open window lets the rain in
Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you withhim
My body turns and yearns for a sleep that will never come

It's never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
It's never over, all my riches for her smiles when I sleep so soft against her...
It's never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
It's never over, she is the tear that hangs inside my soul forever

Maybe I'm too young to keep good love from going wrong
Oh... Lover, you should've come over... 'Cause it's not too late...

(uma "edite" nisto para dar os parabens às pessoas que, de propósito ou acidentalmente, ja ca passaram... e me puseram um 100 ali em baixo... thanks!)