The fluffy and soft MEOW
30 setembro, 2025
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Parece que estou a ouvir #507
Grass is Greener
Sara Cruz
Sara Cruz
I might start to believe it
I’ve always wondered what was best
To be brave or just to let it rest
When the anger starts to creep in
You’re doing things you don’t believe in
But when you stop to think, you realize
You only do it to get even
But the grass is always greener if it rains
Sometimes all you can do it watch it pour
You swear the devil must be playin games
But the grass is always greener if it rains
Used to think when I got older
No weight would sit on my shoulders
And even though it’s not an unbearable lot,
It just looks different than I thought
I see my parents now and wonder
Who they were when they were younger
Was 2007 hard on them too
Or was it just my point of view?
But the grass is always greener if it rains
Sometimes all you can do it watch it pour
You swear the devil must be playin games
But the grass is always greener if it rains
25 setembro, 2025
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Palavras lidas #637
Sins of the Fathers
by Mark Vinz
My daughter wants the car tonight, no,
needs the car tonight—to go somewhere,
to do some things, you know, be back
before it gets too late, of course,
if I say so, which I always do,
of course. I trust her—it's the others
I don't trust, the others I worry about,
and round we go again.
Headlights pass the driveway—
I study every shadow on the wall,
each voice from the dark street,
and laughter—faint, familiar
laughter, rising and falling
on every breath of wind.
by Mark Vinz
My daughter wants the car tonight, no,
needs the car tonight—to go somewhere,
to do some things, you know, be back
before it gets too late, of course,
if I say so, which I always do,
of course. I trust her—it's the others
I don't trust, the others I worry about,
and round we go again.
Headlights pass the driveway—
I study every shadow on the wall,
each voice from the dark street,
and laughter—faint, familiar
laughter, rising and falling
on every breath of wind.
Etiquetas:
Palavras lidas,
Poesia-Poetry
20 setembro, 2025
19 setembro, 2025
Espantos #707
Portugal brilha nos mundiais de atletismo de Tóquio
com mais ou menos surpresa
sempre a mesma bandeira
18 setembro, 2025
Sem título #365
Such is the world we live in...
no wonder... from a young age everyone is a little spoiled princess/prince
the notion of imperative success dumps any learning about failure.
Etiquetas:
heyokyay,
Sem Título
17 setembro, 2025
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Palavras lidas #636
Her Sweet Deceit
by James Laughlin
Love has many joys
and best are the
surprises as when
you changed the col-
or of your hair to
make me think you
were someone else
not that you fooled
me with your sweet
deceit I had only
to hear you laugh
to know both girls
were you & that I
loved you both alike.
by James Laughlin
Love has many joys
and best are the
surprises as when
you changed the col-
or of your hair to
make me think you
were someone else
not that you fooled
me with your sweet
deceit I had only
to hear you laugh
to know both girls
were you & that I
loved you both alike.
Etiquetas:
Palavras lidas,
Poesia-Poetry
10 setembro, 2025
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07 setembro, 2025
Parece que estou a ouvir #506
Rádio Macau
Até ao que fica no alto
Vão dois carris de metal
Na calçada de basalto
Desde este lugar sem história
Até um lugar na história
Vão apenas dois minutos
No elevador da glória
No elevador da glória
No elevador da glória
No elevador da glória
Duma existência banal
Até ás luzes da ribalta
Há dois carris de metal
Desde a baixa à vida alta
Desde o triste anonimato
Desde a ralé e a escória
Até à fama e ao estrelato
Há o elevador da glória
No elevador da glória
No elevador da glória
No elevador da glória
No elevador da glória
No elevador da glória
No elevador da glória
06 setembro, 2025
Coisas bonitas #208
Weddings... beautiful but way too long.
1 in 20 or so years is the right dosage for me.
Casamentos... lindos mas demasiado longos.
1 a cada 20 anos (mais ou menos) é a dose certa para mim.
05 setembro, 2025
Foi neste dia #394 (1976)
On a Sunday evening, 5 September in 1976 on the British ITV...
It's time to play the music
it's time to light the light
it's time to meet the muppets
on the muppet show tonight
It's time to put on make up
it's time to dress up right
it's time to get things started
on the muppet show tonight...
To introduce our guest star
That's what I'm here to do
So it really makes me happy
To introduce to you...
______________________________
By January 1977 100+ countries had acquired the show or were making offers... that's a smashing it before "viral" was a thing.
04 setembro, 2025
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Palavras lidas #635
Again
by Rosie King
I’m on my knees among the crisp brown crunch
then stand in time to see
two boys slim teens in shorts white t-shirts
faces glowing talking quietly
bounce of a tennis ball fading as they pass
and I’m filled again
with a crush of old sweetness
at how giving a moment can be as it vanishes
the roughened grey branches of the pear
small knobby fingers flung out at every tip
fresh clutch of weeds at my chest
by Rosie King
I’m on my knees among the crisp brown crunch
then stand in time to see
two boys slim teens in shorts white t-shirts
faces glowing talking quietly
bounce of a tennis ball fading as they pass
and I’m filled again
with a crush of old sweetness
at how giving a moment can be as it vanishes
the roughened grey branches of the pear
small knobby fingers flung out at every tip
fresh clutch of weeds at my chest
Etiquetas:
Palavras lidas,
Poesia-Poetry
01 setembro, 2025
Ditto #630
Accept certain inalienable truths: prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you'll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
--Mary Schmich
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