Let's tune and make some music?

(Thanks for the pic Sarah)

By Moby

Why does my heart feel so bad?
Why does my soul feel so bad?

Why does my heart feel so bad?
Why does my soul feel so bad?

These open doors
These open doors

Why does my heart feel so bad?

All that I need is to be loved
Can't you take this out of me?
All I want is to be near you
Oh my god how can I love thee?

Oh...my...God
Oh...my...God

No one on earth can be what I need
No one on earth can feel what I must feel

All that I need is to be loved

(Dedicated to P.)

P. I just wrote to say...

Obicham te; chit pa de; Bon sro lanh oon; LJUBim te; Jeg elsker dig; Ik hou van jou; Mina" rakastan sinua; Je t'aime; Ich liebe Dich; Szeretlek te'ged; taim i' ngra leat; ti amo; Te iu besc; Ya vas liubliu; Te amo; Jag a"lskar dig; Toi yeu em; Ya te volim; Amo-te!

You're my heart, You're my soul

Deep in my heart - there's a fire - a burning heart

Deep in my heart - there's desire - for a start
I'm dying in emotion
It's my world in fantasy
I'm living in my, living in my dreams

You're my heart, you're my soul
I'll keep it shining everywhere I go
You're my heart, you're my soul
I'll be holding you forever
Stay with you together

Your my heart, you're my soul
Yeah, I'm feeling that our love will grow
You're my heart, you're my soul
That's the only thing I really know

Let's close the door and believe my burning heart
Feeling alright come on open up your heart
Keep the candles burning
Let your body melt in mine
I'm living in my, living in my dreams

You're my heart, you're my soul
I'll keep it shining everywhere I go
You're my heart, you're my soul
I'll be holding you forever
Stay with you together

Your my heart, you're my soul
Yeah, I'm feeling that our love will grow
You're my heart, you're my soul
That's the only thing I really know

You're my heart, you're my soul
I'll keep it shining everywhere I go
You're my heart, you're my soul
I'll be holding you forever
Stay with you together

Your my heart, you're my soul
Yeah, I'm feeling that our love will grow
You're my heart, you're my soul
That's the only thing I really know

Again... P.

Well I’m so tired
Of falling in love
Finding it easier to fall out
You can’t deny it
I feel it inside Cupid’s fire
I can’t hide

But I’m falling in love again
Ain’t nothing I can do
Falling in love again
P. this time it’s with you
When I fall
It’s always the same
And I’m so tired
Of playing this game

It’s been so long now
Since I gave up my heart
I’ve kept it locked down
I don’t wanna get it harmed
So let me tell you now
I just want to be sure
That you won’t hurt me
Can you promise me that

Because I’m falling in love again
Ain’t nothing I can do
Falling in love again
P. this time it’s with you
When I fall
It’s always the same
And I’m so tired
Of playing this game

You got to tell me
If you’re going to break my heart
‘Cos I don’t wanna take the chance
And if it ain’t true
All it’s gonna be
Is nothing but a poor romance
So give me that promise to hold on
And I’ll never let you go
We gotta have something to go on
Or I’m letting you know now

I’m falling in love again
Ain’t nothing I can do
Falling in love again
P. this time it’s with you
When I fall
It’s always the same
And I’m so tired
Of playing this game

Só

para te deixar um beijinho E-N-O-R-M-E... Adoro-te P.!

Idiota

Sou, oficialmente uma idiota…. O P. pertence a um passado semi-longínquo, ainda assim mexe comigo. E eu sei que mexo com ele, porque da última vez que nos encontrámos houve clima. As coisas não foram mais longe porque eu quero encerrar esse capítulo da minha vida! O que passou, passou. É passado, over, finito caput! Somos amigos, (acho que) é tudo o que quero. Mas há um sentimento mais forte…. Aquele que me leva aos arames cada vez que o P. muda as fotografias no msn e em mil e um sítios, para eu ver que ele tem amigas, e quando digo amigas, falo de elementos mais novos, do sexo feminino. Falo de uma que me irrita particularmente por aparecer não só em todas as fotografias mas também em fotos só com ele. Será ele um cobarde, que tem medo de em dizer que tem uma namorada nova? Será ele indeciso, que não me diz nada por não saber o que quer? Serei eu a idiota, por pensar que se passa alguma coisa? Quando me vê, ou falamos ao telefone, é um querido, faz-me sentir única e especial. Quando falamos pela net ou afim, mostra-me fotos com as tais amigas. Trata-me como a sua melhor amiga, no entanto, não me conta nada no que respeita a vida sentimental... O máximo que me conta é quando eu estou envolvida na história. Sou idiota… ou será que “it’s all in my mind?”