... 'till 314!

At dead of night, when strangers roam
The streets in search of anyone who'll take them home
I lie alone, the clock strikes three
And anyone who wanted to could contact me
At dead of night, 'til break of day
Endless thoughts and questions keep me awake
It's much too late

Where've you been?
Who've you seen?
You didn't phone when you said you would!
Do you lie?
Do you try
To keep in touch? You know you could
I've tried to see your point of view
But could not hear or see
For jealousy

I never knew time passed so slow
I wish I'd never met you, or that I could bear to let you go
At dead of night, 'til break of day
Endless thoughts and questions keep me awake
It's much too late

Where've you been?
Who've you seen?
You didn't phone when you said you would!
Do you lie?
Do you try
To keep in touch? You know you could
I've tried to see your point of view
But could not hear or see
For jealousy
Where've you been?
Who've you seen?
You didn't phone when you said you would!
Do you lie?
Do you try
To keep in touch? You know you could
I've tried to see your point of view
But could not hear or see
For jealousy

Where've you been?
Who've you seen?
You didn't phone when you said you would!
Do you lie?
Do you try
To keep in touch? You know you could
I've tried to see your point of view
But could not hear or see
For jealousy
Where've you been?
Who've you seen?
You didn't phone when you said you would!
Do you lie?
Do you try
To keep in touch? You know you could
I've tried to see your point of view
But could not hear or see
For jealousy

I never knew 'til I met you

Jealousy, by Pet Shop Boys

"Estou cansada. Reli o que escrevi até agora com uma certa ansiedade. Perceberás alguma coisa? Tenho muitas coisas apinhadas dentro da cabeça; para saírem, empurram-se umas às outras, como as senhoras na altura dos saldos. Quando raciocino, nunca consigo ter um método, um fio que se vai desenrolando logicamente do príncipio até ao fim. Às vezes, penso que é por nunca ter andado na Universidade. Li muitos livros, interessei-me por muitas coisas, mas sempre a pensar nas fraldas, no fogão, nos sentimentos. Um botânico que passeie por um prado escolhe flores com uma ordem precisa, sabe o que lhe interessa e o que não lhe interessa; decide, elimina, estabelece relações. Mas se é um turista que passeia pelo prado, as flores são escolhidas de modo diferente, uma porque é amarela, outra porque é azul, outra porque é perfumada, e outra ainda porque está à beira do caminho. Acho que a minha relação com o saber foi assim... " Vai aonde te leva o coração, Susanna Tamaro

- B'nito, Sô Gaijo..
... Vamos cá ver se eu percebo alguma coisa "disto"... Beijo!
- Pois..
:)
Haverá algo a tentar perceber??
Gosto de ti..Tem um bom dia..My dear.

The girl's perfection
inspires affection
It's queer
that here
he can't cast his spell
in her direction
Somewhere near
One senses fear
Casanova in Hell

The girl is naked
The boy is naked
He hides
inside
a secret chamber
There to gape
through a velvet drape
and dream of rape
Casanova in Hell

Her sharp suggestion
he couldn't get an erection
came as a shock
He finds himself
a laughing-stock
His ageing fate
to contemplate
Casanova in Hell

Back in the library
his revenge is his story
What he will write
will recall the bite
of his wit
and legendary appetite
The sybarite
Casanova is well

For Casanova has the last laugh
Creates the myth and vindication
of his sexual vocation
Makes the definitive collection
His lives and lovers and above all
his erection
will live in history

Casanova In Hell: Pet Shop Boys