Adeus "avó" Rosa...

A hand above the water
An angel reaching for the sky
Is it raining in heaven?
Do you want us to cry?

An everywhere the broken hearted
On every lonely avenue
No-one could reach them
No-one but you

One by one
Only the good die young
Their only flying too close to the sun
And life goes on
Without you

Another tricky situation
I get to drowning in the blues
And I find myself thinking
Well, what would you do?

Yes, it was such an operation
Forever paying every due
Hell, you made a sensation
So you found a way through

One by one
Only the good die young
Their only flying too close to the sun
And we'll remember
Forever

Now the party must be over
I guess we'll never understand
The sense of you're leaving
Was it the way it was planned?

And so we grace another table
Raise our glasses one more time
There's a face at the window
And I ain't never, never saying goodbye

Oh, one by one
Only the good die young
Their only flying too close to the sun
Crying for nothing
Crying for no-one
No-one but you
(Queen - One by one)

As escolhas que fazemos...

"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."
(Robert Frost - The road not taken)

... levam-nos por vezes por caminhos que não fazem sentido.
Mas conforme vamos percorrendo o caminho,
o sentido do caminho torna-se claro!
O meu caminho levou-me a ti!
Amo-te Currunquice!

My almost perfect Xmas

Será perfeito... quando te tiver comigo!

Making Christmas...

Porque é isto que nos une...

"Nas línguas que formam a palavra compaixão não com a raiz
passio: sofrimento , mas com o substantivo sentimento , a
palavra é empregada mais ou menos no mesmo sentido, mas
dificilmente se pode dizer que ela designa um sentimento mau
ou medíocre. A força secreta de sua etimologia banha a palavra
com uma outra luz e lhe dá um sentido mais amplo: ter
compaixão (co-sentimento) é poder viver com alguém sua
infelicidade, mas é também sentir com esse alguém qualquer
outra emoção: alegria, angústia, felicidade, dor. Essa compaixão
(no sentido de soucit, wspol czucie, Mitgefühl, med-kãnsla)
designa, portanto, a mais alta capacidade de imaginação afetiva
a arte da telepatia das emoções. Na hierarquia dos
sentimentos, é o sentimento supremo."
(Milan Kundera - A Insustentável Leveza do Ser)