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Estava visitando o Hoje vou assim e encontrei este vídeo lindo..

Her Morning Elegance de Oren Lavie

Sun been down for days
A pretty flower in a vase
A slipper by the fireplace
A cello lying in its case

Soon she’s down the stairs
Her morning elegance she wears
The sound of water makes her dream
Awoken by a cloud of steam
She pours a daydream in a cup
A spoon of sugar sweetens up

And she fights for her life
as she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
as it pours
And she fights for her life
as she goes in a store
with a thought she has caught
by a thread
she pays for the bread
and she goes…
Nobody knows

Sun been down for days
A winter melody she plays
The thunder makes her contemplate
She hears a noise behind the gate
Perhaps a letter with a dove
Perhaps a stranger she could love

And she fights for her life
as she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
as it pours
And she fights for her life
as she goes in a store
with a thought she has caught
by a thread
she pays for the bread
and she goes…
Nobody knows

And she fights for her life
as she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
as it pours
And she fights for her life
as she goes in a store
where the people are pleasantly
strange
and counting the
change
as she goes…
Nobody knows

Obrigada Cris ( agradecer é absolutamente necessário, você me alegrou com esse vídeo)

Beijos.

… chegamos ao meio da semana.

Esta semana tinha certeza de que ia ficar doente. Finzinho de tarde, no Domingo, fui no supermercado com o Jonny (apelido carinhoso para o namorado), fomos caminhando porque o Pão de Açucar fica umas duas quadras para frente da casa dele. Na volta pegamos uma ultra, mega, big chuva. Entrei em casa direto para o chuveiro, (como dizem os mais velhos: para esquetar o corpo) e por sorte acordei bem na segunda. 

No final da segunda feira peguei outra mega chuva saindo da agência para casa, e ontem de novo!

São Pedro esta pegando pessado, to ficando mofada e enfrentando um baita trânsito todos os dias, mas meu Santo também é forte; estou cheia de trabalho (e que continue assim) e não posso ficar doente!

Sampa é assim, linda… cinza… e chuvosa! O importante é torcer para a chuva continuar apenas molhando!

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Beijos.