souvenir

estive para trazer isto à pipoca, de budapeste.
mas a mala era de cabine :)

uma papoila para a pipoca

fiz esta papoila, com as minhas mãozitas ontem.

achei boa ideia vir aqui deixar-ta de presente

assim também pode fazer companhia às outras 

que estão aqui neste berloque.

pelas vezes em que a vida parece um caminho simétrico e com uma luz bestial lá no fim.

uma que vale por muitas, não?

a propósito deste teu post quando vi esta papoila, lá no Campus do Porto, lembrei-me de ti.

acho que também vai muito bem com este teu new look.

Are you lookin' for answers to questions under the stars? (porque há canções que são poesia)

Where are you going, with your long face pulling down?

Don't hide away, like an ocean

That you can't see but you can smell

And the sound of waves crash down

I am no superman.

I have no reasons for you

I am no hero, Aww that's for sure

But I do know one thing:

Is where you are is where I belong.

I do know, where you go, is where I wanna be.

Where are you going? Where do you go?

Are you lookin' for answers to questions under the stars?

Well if along the way you are growin weary, you can rest with me

Until a brighter day, you're ok.

I am no superman.

I have no answers for you.

I am no hero, aww that's for sure.

But I do know one thing:

Where you are is where I belong.

I do know, where you go, is where I wanna be

Where are you going? Where do you go?

Where do you go? Where are you goin? Where do you go?

I am no superman.

I have no reasons for you

I am no hero, Aww that's for sure

But I do know one thing:

Is where you are is where I belong.

I do know, where you go, is where I wanna be.

Where are you goin'? Where do you go?

Tell me where are you going?

Where? Let's go.