Linger.

The Cranberries - Linger.



"If you, if you could return, don't let it burn, don't let it fade.

I'm sure I'm not being rude, but it's just your attitude,
It's tearing me apart, It's ruining everything.

I swore, I swore I would be true, and honey, so did you.
So why were you holding her hand? Is that the way we stand?
Were you lying all the time? Was it just a game to you?

But I'm in so deep. You know I'm such a fool for you.
You got me wrapped around your finger, ah, ha, ha.
Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to,
Do you have to let it linger?

Oh, I thought the world of you.
I thought nothing could go wrong,
But I was wrong. I was wrong.
If you, if you could get by, trying not to lie,
Things wouldn't be so confused and I wouldn't feel so used,
But you always really knew, I just wanna be with you.

But I'm in so deep. You know I'm such a fool for you.
You got me wrapped around your finger, ah, ha, ha.
Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to,
Do you have to let it linger?

And I'm in so deep. You know I'm such a fool for you.
You got me wrapped around your finger, ah, ha, ha.
Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to,
Do you have to let it linger?

You know I'm such a fool for you.
You got me wrapped around your finger, ah, ha, ha.
Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to,
Do you have to let it linger?"

1°.

Estive fora de mim estes dias. Resolvendo muitas coisas, pensando em tantas outras. Estava com um desejo intenso de postar alguma coisa, mas não sabia o que, minha mente estava zerada. Então pensei: 'Por quê simplesmente não escrevo? Por quê não me permito ser livre para criar?! (Estou me sentindo a escritora...) E cá estou eu.

Muitas vezes me jogo na cama, fico olhando para o céu atravez da minha janela e começo a viajar nas minhas idéias malucas, meus medos, incertezas, meu "eu-lírico" e outras coisas (é uma coisa que gosto bastante de fazer).

Às vezes fico imaginando como seria a minha vida se tivesse escolhido outros caminhos para seguir. Me arrependo de certos caminhos, mas com certeza alguns dos escolhidos me trouxeram uma alegria que nunca iria imaginar.

Devo confessar que minha mente é uma bagunça e que acho complicado conviver comigo algumas vezes, mas se é para ser assim, o que posso fazer?!

Estava tentando me preparar para este ano. Ele está repleto de coisas novas para mim: serei a novata no curso de inglês, a caloura na faculdade e a "garota nova" na empresa. Acho que estou crescendo, e isso me assusta. Achava que estava acostumada com mudanças e coisas do tipo, mas percebo que não.

Espero que desta fez o medo me torne mais forte.

Acho que este post é o primeiro de alguns.

Jerusalem.

Matisyahu é um cantor estadunidense de reggae judeu.
Para quem quer saber mais, clique aqui, ou aqui.

"[Chorus]
Jerusalem, if I forget you,
fire not gonna come from me tongue.
Jerusalem, if I forget you,
let my right hand forget what it's supposed to do.

In the ancient days, we will return with no delay
Picking up the bounty and the spoils on our way
We've been traveling from state to state
And them don't understand what they say
3,000 years with no place to be
And they want me to give up my milk and honey
Don't you see, it's not about the land or the sea
Not the country but the dwelling of his majesty

[chorus]

Rebuild the temple and the crown of glory
Years gone by, about sixty
Burn in the oven in this century
And the gas tried to choke, but it couldn't choke me
I will not lie down, I will not fall asleep
They come overseas, yes they're trying to be free
Erase the demons out of our memory
Change your name and your identity
Afraid of the truth and our dark history
Why is everybody always chasing we
Cut off the roots of your family tree
Don't you know that's not the way to be

[chorus]

Caught up in these ways, and the worlds gone craze
Don't you know it's just a phase
Case of the Simon says
If I forget the truth then my words won't penetrate
Babylon burning in the place, can't see through the haze
Chop down all of them dirty ways,
That's the price that you pay for selling lies to the youth
No way, not ok, oh no way, not ok, hey
Aint no one gonna break my stride
Aint no one gonna pull me down
Oh no, I got to keep on moving
Stay alive

[chorus] "

tradução

The Italian man who went to Malta.

Uma professora do meu curso de inglês mostrou esse vídeo, nos falando sobre como ter sotaque ao falar uma certa língua pode trazer problemas.



Eu particularmente achei ótimo, ri pra caramba.
(Apesar do vídeo ser tosco)