one night to be confused one night to speed up truth we had a promise made four hands and then away both under influense we had devine scent to know what to say mind is a razorblade to call for hands of above to lean on wouldn't be good enough for me, no one night of magic rush the start a simple touch one night to push and scream and then releaf ten days of perfect tunes the colors red and blue we had a promise made we were in love to call for hands of above to lean on wouldn't be good enough for me, no to call for hands of above to lean on wouldn't be good enough and you, you knew the hands of the devil and you, kept us awake with wolf teeths sharing different heartbeats in one night to call for hands of above to lean on wouldn't be good enough for me, no to call for hands of above to lean on wouldn't be good enough for me, no

Jose Gonzalez - Heartbeats

FAST FORWARD...uma curta em 16h!!!!

É possível, com belgas de chocolate, telepizza, leite agros e muita chuva :)

Tudo começou por uma partida de Aveiro às 8h da noite...

there is not a river wide not a mountain high and neither sin nor evil could change how i feel inside not all the strength of the ocean not all the heat from the sun though others i've tried, i just can't deny for me you are the one true love is priceless and for true love we pay a price but there's nothing can keep me from loving you not fire, not ice like a hero or the champion you are the best, you're the best like religion or superstition with you i am blessed now the river may grow wider the mountains may reach past the sky and whether or not you feel the same my love shall never die but true love is give and take true love is sacrifice but there's nothing can keep me from loving you not fire, not ice



Palavras para quê?????.......................................

Há palavras que correm e vão correndo soltas por aí...

"o clown é arte de relação, do envolvimento com o outro. Essa técnica teatral é determinada e orientada pela base de relação com o público, resultando em descobertas pessoais e realções cómicas. o clown não é simplesmente aquele que coloca o nariz vermelho, ou seja, esse nariz tem que ser sentido e vivido pelo público, expondo-nos a nós próprios ao ridículo assim como o público. O clown é a fragilidade do Homem, é a vida por um triz, o mundo vestido ao avesso, o revesso da nossa própria alma, que actua nos corpos que têm afinidade e cumplicidade com a inocência e a pureza cómica da existência..."

Os meus sapatos novos não são mesmo, mesmo lindos????????