Trocava de armário com...

Kerry Washington

Música da Semana: MGMT - Kids

You were a child
Crawling on your knees toward it
Making momma so proud,
But your voice is too loud

We like to watch you laughing,
You pick the insects off plants
No time to think of consequences

[Chorus:]
Control yourself
Take only what you need from it
A family of trees wanted
To be haunted

[Repeat chorus]

The water is warm
But it’s sending me shivers
A baby is born
Crying out for attention

The memories fade
Like looking through a fogged mirror
Decision to decisions are made
And not bought,
But I thought this wouldn’t hurt a lot.
I guess not

[Chorus x2]

O Javardola e os termos franceses

Depois de tanto tempo à procura desta famosa imagem, finalmente achei-a e com óptima qualidade.

Música da Semana: The Strokes - Heart In A Cage

Well I don't feel better

When I'm fucking around
And I don't write better
When I'm stuck in the ground
So don't teach me a lesson
Cause I've already learned
Yeah the sun will be shining
And my children will burn

Oh the heart beats in its cage

I don't want what you want
I don't feel what you feel
See I'm stuck in a city
But I belong in a field

Yeah we got left, left, left, left, left, left, left

Now it's three in the morning and you're eating alone

Oh the heart beats in its cage

All our friends, they're laughing at us
All of those you loved you mistrust
Help me I'm just not quite myself
Look around there's no one else left
I went to the concert and I fought through the crowd
Guess I got too excited when I thought you were around

Oh he gets left, left, left, left, left, left, left

I'm sorry you were thinking; I would steal your fire.
The heart beats in its cage
Yes the heart beats in its cage
Alright

And the heart beats in its cage

The Treesome (IV)

Cansei de Ser Sexy

Fabrizio Moretti

Trocava de armário com...

Julianne Moore

Música da Semana: Of Montreal - Wraith Pinned to the Mist and Other Games

Let’s have bizarre celebrations
Let’s forget who forget what forget where
We’ll have bizarre celebrations
I’ll play the Satyr in Cypris
You the bride being stripped bare

Let’s pretend we don’t exist
Let’s pretend we’re in Antartica
Let’s pretend we don’t exist
Let’s pretend we’re in Antartica

Let’s have bizarre celebrations
Lets forget when forget what forget how
We’ll have bizarre celebrations
We’ll play Tristan and Isolde
But make sure I see white sails, sails

Let’s pretend we don’t exist
Let’s pretend we’re in Antartica
Let’s pretend we don’t exist
Let’s pretend we’re in Antartica

Maybe I’ll never die
I’ll just keep growing younger with you
And you’ll grow younger too
Now it seems too lovely to be true
But I know the best things always do

Let’s pretend we don’t exist
Let’s pretend we’re in Antartica
Let’s pretend we don’t exist
Let’s pretend we’re in Antartica
Let’s pretend we don’t exist
Let’s pretend we’re in Antartica
Let’s pretend we don’t exist
Let’s pretend we’re in Antartica
Let’s pretend we don’t exist
Let’s pretend we’re in Antartica
Let’s pretend we don’t exist
Let’s pretend we’re in Antartica
Let’s pretend we don’t exist
Let’s pretend we’re in Antartica
Let’s pretend we don’t exist
Let’s pretend we’re in Antartica

Oh Me Oh My

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Diário de uma Nanny

"Nanny é uma estudante universitária de Nova Iorque que luta arduamente para prosseguir os estudos e não perder o seu minúsculo apartamento. Para tentar equilibrar o orçamento, responde a um banal anúncio de emprego:

«Procura-se rapariga jovem para tomar conta de um menino de quatro anos.»

E depois? A descoberta das maravilhas do mundo infantil?... Não exactamente. Os ingredientes não são assim tão românticos: uma criança mimada, turnos de 16 horas, uma família cuja estabilidade emocional não é propriamente um mar de rosas, o casamento dos patrões a desmoronar-se... E para completar este quadro de delirante masoquismo profissional: um ordenado ridículo.
Diário de uma Nanny é a visão implacavelmente divertida das ilusões de felicidade de uma família rica de Park Avenue e da pobre babysitter apanhada nas malhas de um mundo de bem-estar material, com um rol imenso de desgraças psicológicas e afectivas. Com um humor fino e certeiro, Emma McLaughlin e Nicola Kraus construíram uma sátira irresitível sobre a classe rica de Manhattan."

Trocava de armário com...

Peaches Geldof

Música da Semana: Carla Bruni - L'amoureuse

Il semble que quelqu'un ait convoqué l'espoir
Les rues sont des jardins, je danse sur les trottoirs
Il semble que mes bras soient devenus des ailes
Qu'à chaque instant qui vole je puisse toucher le ciel
Qu'à chaque instant qui passe je puisse manger le ciel

Le clochers sont penchés les arbres déraisonnent
Ils croulent sous les fleurs au plus roux de l'automne
La niege ne fond plus la pluie chante doucement
Et même les réverbères ont un air impatient
Et même les cailloux se donnent l'air important

Car je suis l'amoureuse, oui je suis l'amoureuse
Et je tiens dans me mains la seule de toutes les choses
Je suis l'amoureuse, je suis ton amoureuse
Et je chante pour toi la seule de toutes les choses
Qui vaille d'être là, qui vaille d'être là

Le temps s'est arrêté, les heures sont volages
Les minutes frissonnent et l'ennui fait naufrage
Tout paraît inconnu tout croque sous la dent
Et le bruit du chagrin s'éloigne lentement
Et le bruit du passé se tait tout simplement

Oh, les murs chagent de pierres,
Le ciel change de nuages,
La vie change de manières et dansent les mirages
On a vu m'a-t-on dit le destin se montrer
Il avait mine de rien l'air de tout emporter
Il avait ton allure, ta façon de parler

Car je suis l'amoureuse, oui je suis l'amoureuse
Et je tiens dans me mains la seule de toutes les choses
Je suis l'amoureuse, je suis ton amoureuse
Et je chante pour toi la seule de toutes les choses
Qui vaille d'être là, qui vaille d'être là