stories.

- Would you tell me a story, please?
- Okay. All right. Once upon a time... there was a little boy named...
- Oh, lucky me, you just got it on reserve like that. Okay. Let me guess. His name was Ben.
- No, actually, this little boy's name is Tim.
- I like the name Tim. Go on.
- Tim's little brother was always pestering Tim... to make him paper airplanes, because he was really good at it. But Tim had much bigger dreams than that.
- Okay. Then what happened?
- One day, Tim went out to the backyard... and he put leaves and taped branches to his arms ...and started climbing the big oak tree. His little brother said, "Tim, you can't fly." And he said, "Yeah? You just watch." He got all the way to the top and jumped.
- How tall was this tree?
- It was... It was pretty tall. He broke his arm.
- Oh, my God... This is a horrible story.
- Oh, no, no. It gets better. From that experience, Tim realized that he wanted to fly. So he dedicated his life to making spaceships.
- I thought you said this was a good story.
- Oh, well... Yeah, that is... until the dragons showed up.
- Oh, okay, see, now it's getting better. I like dragons. Especially dragons in space.
- Yes, and these were fire-breathing space dragons... with really bad attitudes.
- I see.
- I have an idea. Why don't you try to fall asleep... and when you do, I'll just hang up.
- Okay. Ben?
- Yes.
- Thank you for listening. And for talking.
- Try to fall asleep.
- Good night, Ben.
- Good night, Emily.

(Seven Pounds)

even if I can't hear your voice.

Fica,

- Enquanto não fores, será sempre tempo de partires.
- Por que queres tu que eu fique?
- Porque é preciso.
- Não é razão que me convença .
- Se não quiseres ficar, vai-te embora, não te posso obrigar.
- Não tenho forças que me levem daqui, deitaste-me um encanto.
- Não te deitei tal, não te disse uma palavra, não te toquei.
- Olhaste-me por dentro.
- Juro que nunca te olharei por dentro.
- Juras que não o farás e já o fizeste.
- Não sabes de que estás a falar, não te olhei por dentro.
- Se eu ficar, onde durmo?
- Comigo.


(Memorial do Convento, José Saramago)

Às vezes, tenho tanto medo.

(and I don't wanna lose you)

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So what if I never hold you or kiss your lips again?
So I never want to leave you and the memories of us to see.
I beg don't leave me.

a melody, a memory or just one picture.

Adoro-te.
(e é tudo o que importa)