POMBAL

POMBAL
BANDEIRA DA CIDADE DE POMBAL

POMBAL

POMBAL
VISTA A PARTIR DO CASTELO DE POMBAL DO LADO NOROESTE DA CIADE.

UM POUCO DA MINHA TERRA

UM POUCO DA MINHA TERRA
Vista da parte Oeste da cidade com a Zona Industrial ao fundo

UM POUCO DA MINHA TERRA - (POMBAL)

UM POUCO DA MINHA TERRA  - (POMBAL)
Vista aérea da parte Sul de Pombal.

UM POUCO DA MINHA TERRA. (POMBAL)

UM POUCO DA MINHA TERRA. (POMBAL)
Vista aérea da parte centro-este de Pombal

UM POUCO DA MINHA TERRA. (Pombal)

UM POUCO DA MINHA  TERRA. (Pombal)
Museu Marquês de Pombal (Antiga Cadeia)

UM POUCO DA MINHA TERRA (POMBAL)

UM POUCO DA MINHA TERRA (POMBAL)
Pombal shopping

terça-feira, 24 de agosto de 2010

"What's In A Word"




    "What's In A Word"
 
Oh, yes it's hard, it's getting harder
To turn the cheek or just walk away
When all I see is degradation
Day after day

I wanna fight, my hands are tied
My weapons are pitiful
And all that's left
One troubled mind, one timid voice
Such a desperate noise

What's in a word, more than you imagine
What's in a word, more than I can say
Once in a while you can hear such sweet sounds
Freedom's singing in your head, in your head

And while I slide down into darkness
You spent so proud, so proud in the light
Oh, help me please
I think I'm falling between wrong and right

Why give me strenght, then speak at lenght
Of wisdom and tenderness
So much to learn, so much to lose
I've asked it before, now tell me once more

What's in a word, more than you imagine
What's in a word, more than I can say
Once in a while you can hear such sweet sounds
Chimes of freedom in your head

Yes I have heard that a new age's dawning
And I have heard that the die is cast
I know the word can be liberation
For a people free at last, free at last

Some give a damn, some give their lives
Why can't we give peace a chance
Put down that gun, a battle won without even a shot
Oh, dreamer I'm not

What's in a word, more than you imagine
What's in a word, more than I can say
Once in a while you can hear such sweet sounds
Freedom's singing in your head

Yes I have heard that a new age's dawning
And I have heard that the die is cast
I know the word can be liberation
For the people free at last
Free at last

segunda-feira, 16 de agosto de 2010

VELHOS TEMPOS




The Christians - Words


If i could find words



To tell you i'm sorry
Make you understand
I mean just what i say


After all that i've heard
Why should i worry
When we ride the fine line
Between love and hate

If i had been wise
well how could i doubt you
now i'm all alone
my life in disarray

but try as i might
i can't live without you
so i cling to the hope
of a bright brighter day

oh i know we've been through this all before
how can i prove my love for you is real
no i can't do anymore
if i could only find words

and still he has dreams
and still i must learn to cope
absurd as it seems
i still have hope

if i had good sense
and heed all the warnings
i would let it be
and leave all well alone

but there's no recompense
for waking up mornings
feeling sure it's myself
who's the foolish one

yes i know we've been through this all before
how can i prove my love for you is real
no i can't do anymore.
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Meus amigos esta foi uma banda que surgiu na  minha 
adolescência, da qual gosto muito. Encontrei-a por acaso
no facebook e decidi partilhá-la com todos vós.....Beijos e abraços para 
todos............e boas férias   :)