Parece que estou a ouvir #291

I Don't Care
by Ed Sheeran & Justin Beiber*

I'm at a party I don't wanna be at

And I don't ever wear a suit and tie
Wonderin' if I could sneak out the back
Nobody's even lookin' me in my eyes
Then you take my hand
Finish my drink, say, "Shall we dance?" Hell, yeah
You know I love you, did I ever tell you?
You make it better like that

Don't think I fit in at this party
Everyone's got so much to say, yeah
I always feel like I'm nobody, mm
Who wants to fit in anyway?

'Cause I don't care when I'm with my baby, yeah
All the bad things disappear
And you're making me feel like maybe I am somebody
I can deal with the bad nights
When I'm with my baby, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
'Cause I don't care, as long as you just hold me near
You can take me anywhere
And you're making me feel like I'm loved by somebody
I can deal with the bad nights
When I'm with my baby, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

We at a party we don't wanna be at
Tryna talk, but we can't hear ourselves
Read your lips, I'd rather kiss 'em right back
With all these people all around
I'm crippled with anxiety
But I'm told it's where I'm supposed to be
You know what? It's kinda crazy 'cause I really don't mind
And you make it better like that

Don't think we fit in at this party
Everyone's got so much to say, oh yeah, yeah
When we walked in, I said I'm sorry, mm
But now I think that we should stay

'Cause I don't care when I'm with my baby, yeah
All the bad things disappear
Yeah, you're making me feel like maybe I am somebody
I can deal with the bad nights when I'm with my baby, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (oh yeah, yeah, yeah)
'Cause I don't care as long as you just hold me near
You can take me anywhere
And you're making me feel like I'm loved by somebody
I can deal with the bad nights when I'm with my baby, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (no)

I don't like nobody but you
It's like you're the only one here
I don't like nobody but you
Baby, I don't care
I don't like nobody but you
I hate everyone here
I don't like nobody but you
Baby, yeah

'Cause I don't care (don't care) when I'm with my baby, yeah (oh yeah)
All the bad things disappear (disappear)
And you're making me feel like maybe I am somebody (maybe I'm somebody)
I can deal with the bad nights (with the bad nights)
When I'm with my baby, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (oh yeah, yeah, yeah)
'Cause I don't care as long as you just hold me near (me near)
You can take me anywhere (anywhere, anywhere)
And you're making me feel like I'm loved by somebody (I'm loved by somebody)
I can deal with the bad nights (yeah, yeah, yeah)
When I'm with my baby, yeah (oh)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
___________

* Not a particular fan of either... but once in a while comes a song that I hear on repeat over and over, and over... maybe it's all the grading...

Coisas que não mudam #499

Marking season is back since Saturday... and there's still half way to go.

Desde sábado... e ainda falta metade.

Palavras lidas #415

CLI

Love is too young to know what conscience is;
Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?
Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,
Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove:
For, thou betraying me, I do betray
My nobler part to my gross body's treason;
My soul doth tell my body that he may
Triumph in love; flesh stays no father reason;
But, rising at thy name, doth point out thee
As his triumphant prize. Proud of this pride,
He is contented thy poor drudge to be,
To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side.
No want of conscience hold it that I call
Her 'love' for whose dear love I rise and fall.

William Shakespeare

Retirado do contexto #267

Academia attracts a LOT of odd people...

... you cannot make this up!

Coisas que não mudam #498

Time goes by

and goslings grow fast

Pormenores #156

And in the middle of the greenery

a pouch of daisies!

Espantos #582

Not sure what to make of it (is it this?),

but it's quite impressive

not as much as blue bells... of course!

Coisas que não mudam #497

It is a truth universally acknowledged...

Espantos #581

Maio é mês de morte no Evereste... engarrafamentos pioram tudo.

Every May is deadly on Everest... congestion makes it worse.

Retirado do contexto #266

EU election day in the UK

possibly the closest we'll ever get to a second referendum

Primavera #104

Ongoing spring in Warwickshire

with big and small daisies

and flowery trees lining up the roads

Coisas que não mudam #496

British aerial landscape

Palavras lidas #414

Não tenho pressa: não a têm o sol e a lua
Alberto Caeiro

Não tenho pressa: não a têm o sol e a lua.
Ninguém anda mais depressa do que as pernas que tem.
Se onde quero estar é longe, não estou lá num momento.

Sim: existo dentro do meu corpo.
Não trago o sol nem a lua na algibeira.
Não quero conquistar mundos porque dormi mal,
Nem almoçar o mundo por causa do estômago.
Indiferente?
Não: filho da terra, que se der um salto, está em falso,
Um momento no ar que não é para nós,
E só contente quando os pés lhe batem outra vez na terra,
Traz! na realidade que não falta!

Não tenho pressa. Pressa de quê?
Não têm pressa o sol e a lua: estão certos.
Ter pressa é crer que a gente passe adiante das pernas,
Ou que, dando um pulo, salte por cima da sombra.
Não; não tenho pressa.
Se estendo o braço, chego exactamente aonde o meu braço chega -
Nem um centímetro mais longe.
Toco só aonde toco, não aonde penso.
Só me posso sentar aonde estou.
E isto faz rir como todas as verdades absolutamente verdadeiras,
Mas o que faz rir a valer é que nós pensamos sempre noutra coisa,
E somos vadios do nosso corpo.
E estamos sempre fora dele porque estamos aqui.

Caprichos #541

Quatro semanas depois da Páscoa / Four weeks after Easter

o segundo ovo de páscoa / the second easter egg.

Caprichos #540

Ensaimada de chocolate y de nata

Retirado do contexto #265

Animal facial expressions. Toto.

Espantos #580

As I'm about to enter a plane from Birmingham to Barcelona...

Prestes a entrar num avião de Birmingham para Barcelona...

Ditto #408

Anything you do not give freely and abundantly becomes lost to you. You open your safe and find ashes,

--Annie Dillard

Palavras lidas #413

Fragmentary Blue
by Robert Frost

Why make so much of fragmentary blue
In here and there a bird, or butterfly,
Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye,
When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?

Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as yet)—
Though some savants make earth include the sky;
And blue so far above us comes so high,
It only gives our wish for blue a whet.

Palavras lidas #412

The courage that my mother had
Edna St. Vincent Millay

The courage that my mother had
Went with her, and is with her still:
Rock from New England quarried;
Now granite in a granite hill.

The golden brooch my mother wore
She left behind for me to wear;
I have no thing I treasure more:
Yet, it is something I could spare.

Oh, if instead she’d left to me
The thing she took into the grave!—
That courage like a rock, which she
Has no more need of, and I have.

__________

The second Sunday of May is Mothers' Day in many many more countries

Espantos #579

More than double? Really Lisbon?

Not disappointed to be on the cooler side at the moment!

Caprichos #539

Fofo mais fofo não há / Rolfie is the fluffiest of cats!

Primavera #103

Ainda o campus em flor

Retirado do contexto #264

Sono io!

Espantos #578

Additions to the funny beer names collection

Coisas que não mudam #495

Dia da mãe é sempre no primeiro domingo de Maio

Feliz dia da MÃE!

Primavera #102

A primavera não pára! / Spring doesn't stop!

Primavera #101

Not quite as spectacular as blue bells, but rather impressive due to scale

flowering rapeseed fields

Primavera #100

 Blue bells are out!

A spectacular show of nature only showing in Britain for a couple of weeks a year. Apparently this particular plant never made it across the Channel and is only present in very old woods... it's pretty rare, but boy is it spectacular! The pictures don't do it justice... and, of course, they don't capture the perfume!