Kiss From A Rose

There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea.
You became the light on the dark side of me.
Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill.

But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and,
The light that you shine can be seen.

Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.
The more I get of you
Stranger it feels.
And now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the grey.

There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.

You remain,
My power, my pleasure, my pain,
To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny...
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby?

But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.

Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.
The more I get of you
Stranger it feels,
Now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the grey.

I've been kissed by a rose on the grey,
I've been kissed by a rose.

I've been kissed by a rose on the grey,
And if I should fall, at all.

I've been kissed by a rose
Been kissed by a rose on the grey.

There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.

You remain,
My power, my pleasure, my pain.

To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny,
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby?

But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.

Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.
The more I get of you
Stranger it feels.

Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grey.

Yes I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey
The more I get of you
Stranger it feels.

And now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grey.

Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grey.




Eu te amo, muito.
Por Alice Paúl

Enquanto isso....

Uma paisagem linda ao fundo. Para quem não reconheceu, é o Pão de Açúcar, os dois morros alinhados, da pra ver a ponta do mais alto lá no fundo. Um angulo muito pouco conhecido até mesmo por moradores antigos do Rio.

E eu todo sujo, de capacete, andando em cima do telhado cheio de poeira e pó de madeira, cansado, suado, mas mesmo assim, fazendo pose pra foto de turista.

Tédio

Estava hoje entediado. Cansado, sem nada pra fazer... falei com a Lice (coisinha mais linda) que tava entediado, e começamos a fuçar comunidades no orkut. Caramba! Como existem comunidades diferentes!!! To abismado.. tem comunidade pra tudo!

Eu adoro passar um tempo me divertindo com ela. Mesmo que seja a distância no MSN. E amanhã to indo pra lá, passar um fim de semana maravilhoso! To cheio de saudade...

Passa rápido horinha... passa rápido!