Is there anybody home?

 

The mist

You can feel and see but you can´t touch and grab it with your hands. You can keep it in your memory and for a moment in your body, but you can´t keep the moment and the mist for a long time with you. The mist will fade and disappear, becoming invisible / becoming unfelt and invisible to human / ceasing to be felt and visible to human. You can only keep the air and the mist in the music box where a ballerina dances. The ballerina isn´t at the swam lake but in a music box, it´s winter.

It´s a pure and cold air, it´s visible in a form of mist, you can feel and see it but you can´t touch and grab it.

The mist is a moment in time, a time when everything stops in the sky, everything stops in a mist in the sky

The mist is a moment in time, a time when everything stops in the sky, everything stops and unites and form a mist in the sky...

 

The white rays of the sun. The white light, the twilight. The twilight...

The mist, The White mist, The White milk

Thoughts over the valley of the mountains

A glass of white milk in the morning to warm the hands, the throat, the body and the soul of a Human being

A glass of white milk to warm the hands, the throat, the body and the soul of the morning /  of a cold winter morning

Everything stops here 💙

Less the thought of those who walk in a given reality, in the "bed" of a mist

Sleep little child

Dream in these waters of the heavens

Feel and taste the heavens waters, drink 💧.

Sleep little child, dream in the heavens.

Sleep little child, dream of heavens, dream of a child.

Children of the sea

In the misty morning, on the edge of time 

We've lost the rising sun, a final sign 

As the misty morning rolls away to die 

Reaching for the stars, we blind the sky Whoa, oh-oh, mmm We sailed across the air before we learned to fly We thought that it could never end We'd glide above the ground before we learned to run, run Now it seems our world has come undone Oh, they say that it's over That it just had to be Ooh, they say that it's over We're lost children of the sea, ooh, oh We made the mountains shake with laughter as we played Hiding in our corner of the world Then we did the demon dance and rushed to nevermore Threw away the key and locked the door Oh, they say that it's over, yeah And it just had to be Yes, they say that it's over We're lost children of the sea, oh In the misty morning, on the edge of time We've lost the rising sun, the final sign As the misty morning rolls away to die Reaching for the stars, we blind the sky Oh, they say that it's over, yeah And it just had to be Oh, they say that it's over Poor lost children of the sea, yeah Look out, the sky is falling down Look out, the world is spinning 'round and 'round and 'round Look out, the sun is going black, black Look out, it's never, never, never coming back Look out

Calling Jonna

Calling Jonna Is anybody home? Calling Jonna I'm here all alone But did she leave the building? Or can she come to the phone? Calling Jonna I'm here all alone Well, tell her I was calling Just to wish her well Let me leave my number Heartbreak hotel Oh, love me tender Baby, don't be cruel Return to sender Treat me like a fool Calling Jonna Is anybody home? Calling Jonna I'm here all alone Did she leave the building? Can she come to the phone? Calling Jonna I'm here all alone, alright Why don't you go get her? I'm her biggest fan You gotta tell her She's still the woman Long distance, baby So far from home Don't you think maybe You could put her on Tell her I was calling Just to wish her well Let me leave my number Heartbreak hotel Oh, love me tender Baby, don't be cruel Return to sender Treat me like a fool Calling Jonna Is anybody home? Calling Jonna Here all alone Did she leave the building? Can she come to the phone? Calling Jonna I'm here all alone Calling Jonna Is anybody home? 

Calling Jonna Here all alone Did she leave the building? Can she come to the phone? Calling Jonna I'm here all alone

On every street

There's gotta be a record of you someplace You gotta be on somebody's books The lowdown, a picture of your face Your injured looks The sacred and profane Pleasure and the pain Somewhere your fingerprints remain concrete And it's your face I'm a looking for On every street A ladykiller, regulation tattoo Silver spurs on his heels Says, "What can I tell you, as I'm standing next to you" She threw herself under my wheels Oh, it's a dangerous road and a hazardous load And the fireworks over liberty explode in the heat And it's your face I'm a looking for On every street A three-chord symphony crashes into space The moon is hanging upside down I don't know why it is I'm still on the case It's a ravenous town You still refuse to be traced Seem to me such a waste Every victory has a taste that's bittersweet And it's your face I'm a looking for On every street Yeah, it's your face I'm a looking for On every street

O casamento é como a vida real: um campo de batalha e não um leito de rosas.

Marriage is like real life: a battlefield and not a bed of roses.

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William Shakespeare

Poetic

A necessidade faz-nos habituar a estranhos companheiros de leito.

Necessity makes us accustomed to strange bedfellows.

As águas correm mansamente onde o leito é mais profundo.

The waters flow gently where the bed is deepest.

Surgem assim teus divinos / membros do leito onde jazias adoentada, / e em ti a beleza revive: / áurea beleza, que é o único conforto dos homens / destinados a errar entre paixões e vãs esperanças.

Thus your divine / limbs arise from the bed where you lay sick, / and in you beauty revives: / golden beauty, which is the only comfort of men / destined to wander between passions and vain hopes.