Posts Tagged ‘Expectativas’


In My Life

dezembro 1, 2008

The Story of what i´m being through…

(When I Started)
It was a cold and wet December day

These days we go to waste like wine

(I feel shame)
You’ll go along with it then drop it and humiliate me in front of our friends.

(Be Strong)
This one’s for the lonely
The ones that seek and find
Only to be let down
Time after time

This one’s for the torn down
The experts at the fall
Common friends get up now
You’re not alone at all

I’ve been walking
In the same way as I did
Missing out

(The Changing)
In the days before you were young
we used to sit in the morning sun
we used to turn the radio on

what happened?
we’d see our lies in the eyes of fate
and take our cradles to the grave

Somewhere along the line you just stopped walking
When the undercurrent got too strong
Someday a lonely busker will come knocking
With a soft and long forgotten song

(Nothing was the same…)
So called Mr Rock And Roll
Is dancing on his own again
Talking on his phone again
To someone who tells him that his balance is low
He’s got no where to go
He’s on his own again

It’s so easy to complain
But it’ll make you insane
That same routine
The impulse to be mean

(The Fight)
And the shame, was on the other side
Oh we can beat them, for ever and ever
Then we could be Heroes, just for one day.

Suddenly I see (Suddenly I see)
This is what I wanna be
Suddenly I see (Suddenly I see)
Why the hell it means so much to me

But if you dont dream big whats the use in dreaming.
If u dont have faith theres nothing worth believing.

I dream of buildings that burn
The sky turns black I toss and turn

(The Alert)
On comes the panic light
Holding on with fingers and feelings alike

But the time has come
To move along

(The start of changing part II)
Moving, all the people moving, one move for just one dream

This time, this time
Turning white and senses dire
Pull up, pull up
From one extreme to another

(How I Wish…)
Oh how quiet, quiet the world can be
When it’s just you and little me

Everything is clear and everything is new
So you won’t be leaving will you

Into the brave new world
I hope I see you on the other side
Of this changing world

Baby when my ship pulls in
I try to believe in anyone
Look at the state Im in.

Fools they think I do not know, the road I’m taking
If you meet me on the way, hesitating
that is just because I know which way I will choose

The corridors of discontent, that I’ve been travelling
on the lonely search for truth
, the world’s so frightening
Nothing’s going right today, cos nothing ever does

Look up at the turquoise sky
The first star’s the one I’m wishing on tonight

Wherever you go, so will I
We walk below the same sky

(What i can do)
Right birds can fly so high
And they can shit on your head,
And they can almost fly into your eye
And make you feel well scared
But when you look at them
And you see that they’re beautiful
That’s how I feel about you
Yeah that’s how I feel about you.”

(An open sore)
Every aching wound will cauterize and bruise
In memory of what we used to call in love

And only time will tell if violins will swell
In memory of what we used to call in love
Used to call it love

(I expect)
Happy days are coming my way
It’s been some time but here to stay


Just because I’m losing Doesn’t mean I’m lost Doesn’t mean I’ll stop Doesn’t mean I would cross

maio 13, 2008


Ninguém acredita que sua vida vai ser apenas boa.

Todos nós achamos que seremos ótimos.

E a partir do dia que decidimos ser cirurgiões…

Nos enchemos de expectativas.

Expectativa dos caminhos que iremos traçar.

Das pessoas que iremos ajudar.

Da diferença que faremos.

Grandes expectativas sobre quem seremos.

Onde iremos.

Daí então… nós chegamos lá.

Sempre achamos que seremos grandes…

E sentimos traídos quando as nossas expectativas não se cumprem.

Mas de vez em quando as nossas expectativas são menores.

De vez em quando, o esperado, simplesmente acaba em…

…comparação com o não esperado.

Você tem que imaginar porquê temos essas expectativas.

Porquê o esperado é o que nos mantêm firmes


O esperado é apenas o começo.

O não esperado…é o que muda nossas vidas.