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"How can I create a Leap of Faith if there's no floor at the other end?"

João Carlos

Thank You

Trago comigo esse toque
Trago comigo a música
Comigo a Saudade

Pego na minha melhor amiga
Em mim mesma
E sentada o faço, recordo.
Com peso o faço, admito.
Admito porque contigo posso,
Admito com prazer. Único.

Sabes...? Eu estou a chorar.
Julgava que já não existisse em mim
Com as lágrimas,
Vejo o mais lindo nascer do sol.
Lembras-te daquele pôr-de-sol?
Nascer, morrer e voltar a renascer.
Vejo em tudo, até em mim vejo
Uma promessa.
Assim te disse ao ouvido:
"Voltarei!"

Deste-me um choro.
Deste-me um sorriso.
Esta vontade de ser eu.
Tudo me deste:
Uma mão, um ombro, uma razão, um sim!
Existo não como causa,
Existo ante ti.

Thank You
"I gave you my Heart. I carry you in my Heart."


Diana W.

My Way

And now, the end is near

And so I face the final curtain.

My friend, Ill say it clear,

Ill state my case, of which Im certain.

Ive lived a life thats full.
Ive traveled each and every highway

And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Regrets, Ive had a few

But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do

And saw it through without exemption.
I planned each charted course

Each careful step along the byway,
But more, much more than this,

I did it my way.

Yes, there were times, Im sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew.

But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall
And did it my way.

Ive loved, Ive laughed and cried.

Ive had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,

I find it all so amusing.

To think I did all that

And may I say - not in a shy way,
No, oh no not me,
I did it my way.

For what is a man, what has he got?

If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows -And did it my way!

Frank Sinatra

João Carlos

Keane

I walked across, an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth, beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete
Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when, you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin.

I came across, a fallen elm tree,
I felt the branches; are they looking at me?
Is this the place, we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?

Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when, you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
So if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go, somewhere only we know
Somewhere only we know.

Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So, tell me when you gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
So if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything.
So why don't we go, so why don't we go.

Hmmm yeahh.
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go, somewhere only we know,
Somewhere only we knowSomewhere only we know.


João Carlos

Myslovitz - Sound of Solitude

"See, I like the evenings

Like to get hidden for quite some time

And yet, I like against my nature with ostentation

To stay alone, climb to a tree top

And keep looking skyward

No sensation, but I know that right here

For another time

Can't be who I wanna be"

João Carlos

Caminho

Tenta fechar os olhos.

Tenta fechá-los bem, sem sentir receio de alguma coisa não pretendida acontecer.

Não precisas de ter o coração a explodir, não é isso que quero.

Só quero que entendas.

A vida não foi feita para mim, mas sim eu para ela.

Se não a aceitar, nada faria sentido. Nada me faria querer acordar.

E por isso... nada me faria sorrir.

Eu preciso de ouvir ás vezes, preciso. Não consigo não querer de ouvir.

Tenho de trepar aquela árvore que me foi dada senão, qual seria o sentido?

Qual seria o sentido de a ter e não a fazer crescer?

Não consigo aceitar o conformismo duma vida.

Crescer e existir não são feitos para mim...

São feitos para quem não sonha.

Eu sonho em demasiado,

Talvez.

E porque não?

Apenas quero aquilo que me foi dado.

Só quero que entendas.

Quero ser mais do que sou. Quero ser... Eu - O Poeta.

Descer aquela rua e sentir-me perdido nele,

Sentir que cada pessoa que por ela passa toma conta das suas pisadas.

Onde as minhas também ficaram...

Eu conto as minhas, sempre.

E são essas pisadas que quero para sempre fazer.

Contá-las

Só quero que entendas, serei sempre esse Poeta.

João Carlos

Take a Breath and give Life some time...


João Carlos