"Quando tu entras baixam todas a vozes,
Ninguém te vê entrar,
Ninguém sabe quando entraste,
Senão de repente, vendo que tudo se recolhe,
Que tudo perde as arestas e as cores,
E que no alto céu ainda claramente azul
Já crescente nítido, ou círculo branco, ou mera luz nova que vem,
A lua começa a ser real."

Fernando Pessoa

Tomara que chova ...

Adoro dias assim, que anunciam chuva, ou mais propriamente, uma tempestade. É certo que dificilmente haverá um tornado, mas se houvesse, eu não me importava ...

Wishing (If I had a photograph of you)

It's not the way you look,
It's not the way that you smile.
Although there's something to them.
It's not the way you have your hair,
It's not that certain style;
It could be that with you.

If I had a photograph of you,
It's something to remind me.
I wouldn't spend my life just wishing.

It's not the make-up
And it's not the way that you dance,
It's not the evening sky.
It's more the way your eyes
are laughing as they glance
Across the great divide.

If I had a photograph of you,
It's something to remind me.
I wouldn't spend my life just wishing.

It's not the things you say
It's not the things you do
It must be something more
And if I feel this way for so long
Tell me is it all for nothing
Just don't walk out the door.

If I had a photograph of you,
It's something to remind me.
I wouldn't spend my life just wishing.

A Flock of Seagulls