Desta também...

Let me hold you
For the last time
It's the last chance to feel again
But you broke me
Now I can't feel anything

When I love you,
It's so untrue
I can't even convince myself
When I'm speaking,
It's the voice of someone else

Oh it tears me up
I try to hold on, but it hurts too much
I try to forgive, but it's not enough to make it all okay

You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that ain't real

Oh the truth hurts
And lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before

Oh what are we doing
We are turning into dust
Playing house in the ruins of us

Running back through the fire
When there's nothing left to save
It's like chasing the very last train when it's too late

Oh it tears me up
I try to hold on, but it hurts too much
I try to forgive, but it's not enough to make it all okay

You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell something that ain't real

Well the truth hurts,
And lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before

But we're running through the fire
When there's nothing left to save
It's like chasing the very last train
When we both know it's too late (too late)

You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel
I cant tell you something that ain't real

Well truth hurts,
And lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before

Let me hold you for the last time
It's the last chance to feel again

Gosto...

James Blunt - Goodbye My Lover Lyrics

Did I disappoint you or let you down?
Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?
'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,
Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.
So I took what's mine by eternal right.
Took your soul out into the night.
It may be over but it won't stop there,
I am here for you if you'd only care.
You touched my heart you touched my soul.
You changed my life and all my goals.
And love is blind and that I knew when,
My heart was blinded by you.
I've kissed your lips and held your head.
Shared your dreams and shared your bed.
I know you well, I know your smell.
I've been addicted to you.

Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.

I am a dreamer but when I wake,
You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.
And as you move on, remember me,
Remember us and all we used to be
I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.
I've watched you sleeping for a while.
I'd be the father of your child.
I'd spend a lifetime with you.
I know your fears and you know mine.
We've had our doubts but now we're fine,
And I love you, I swear that's true.
I cannot live without you.

Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.

And I still hold your hand in mine.
In mine when I'm asleep.
And I will bear my soul in time,
When I'm kneeling at your feet.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.

Progressos

Finalmente um trabalhito... Este ficou pronto e teve que ser desmanchado e feito todo de novo, pois as medidas que tirei não estavam correctas. Mas o que interessa é que está pronto e estou muito satisfeita com o resultado!

Novidades do Filho

O Tiago entrou para a pré-Primária, para a escola pública. Acho que vai ser muito bom para ele conviver com mais miúdos e ter outro tipo de actividades, pois ele está naquela fase das birras e principalmente do NÃO. A única coisa que lha vai fazer falta (ou não) é mesmo a sesta, pois é algo que ele gosta, por outro lado pode ser que deixe de ser tão resistente à noite quando chega a hora de deitar.

Costura

Com o patchwork voltou o gosto pela costura, depois de comprar um livro com várias ideias e de descobrir tecidos plastificados resolvi juntar o útil ao agradável e fazer um saco para as molas à minha medida.

Tricot

Este cachecol foi feito com lã Kureyon da Noro, os novelos vieram dos Estados Unidos e é para lá que vão voltar com este novo formato. É um presente para a minha sobrinha e afilhada que também já aprendeu a tricotar.

Rescaldo do Workshop

Depois dos workshops venho sempre com imensa vontade de fazer mais coisa e este Sábado como os miudos não estavam em casa a vontade ainda era maior. Depois de chegar à conclusão que não sei o que hei-de fazer com os meus novos tecidos resolvi dar uso a alguns retalhos que andavam por aqui, que sobraram das almofadas e como precisava de uma almofada para os alfinetes novos resolvi juntar o útil ao agradável, pois quem já me conhece sabe que não gosto de fazer as coisas só por fazer... e voilá saiu uma pêra que não me satisfaz plenamente mas que não ficou muito mal. Enfim, para a próxima sai melhor.