Who said that broken pieces don't mend

«Who said
broken pieces don't mend

I sayI say to think again

You may take advice from all your friends
but I say

that I'm living in your head

Just let it grow

let it grow inside of

let it grow let it flow inside of you

let it grow let it grow let it grow

She said that its easy for men

and i said that we all feel the rain

then she said move a little closer then

who says that broken pieces don't mend

'cause in the garden of reason

you can't change

what you're given

but you can go where the river flow

let it grow grow grow grow

let it grow grow grow

but I say that I'm living in your head

Just let it grow

let it grow inside of you

let it grow

let it flow inside of you

let it grow let it grow let it grow»

Somewhere......

SOMEWHERE....
In some place
Somehow
It had just happened
Somepeople
Somebody
It's ok....
And now just somewhere
I've been very happy!

I could stay awake just to hear you breathing

Watch you smile while you are sleeping

While you´re far away and dreaming

I could spend my life in this sweet surrender

I could stay lost in this moment forever

Well, every moment spent with you

Is a moment I treasure

There can be miracles......

There can be miracles

When you believe

Though hope is frail

Its hard to kill

Who knows what miracles

You can achieve

When you believe somehow you will

You will when you believe

My life is for rent.....

I haven't really ever found a place that I call home
I never stick around quite long enough to make it
I apologize that once again I'm not in love
But it's not as if I mind that your heart ain't exactly breaking
It's just a thought, only a thought
But if my life is for rent and I don't lean to buy
Well I deserve nothing more than I get
Cos nothing I have is truly mine
I've always thought that I would love to live by the sea
To travel the world alone and live my life more simply
I have no idea what's happened to that dream
Cos there's really nothing left here to stop me
It's just a thought, only a thought
But if my life is for rent and I don't learn to buy
Well I deserve nothing more than I get
Cos nothing I have is truly mine
While my heart is a shield and I won't let it down
While I am so afraid to fail so I won't even try
Well how can I say I'm alive
If my life is for rent...

in My life is for rent
Dido

The return again.....

O regresso ao Estoril Open trouxe a vontade de jogar....

De pegar na raquete e avançar...de sentir os braços a ficarem mais fortes e a ultrapassarem a barreira do comprimento do campo

De sonhar outra vez que tal como andar de bicicleta, jogar ténis (a um bom nível) nunca se esquece....mesmo que não se pratique há algum tempo....

O regresso ao Estoril Open trouxe o eterno gosto pela terra batida, pelas linhas esbatidas, pelo pó arrastado pelo vento normal que varre o Vale do Jamor sempre na semana do torneio, pelas caras bonitas (masculinas e femininas), pelo prazer de voltar outra vez!

Pela alegria de umas horas transformadas num sonho que já pensava que 2007 não ia deixar concretizar....o regresso ao Estoril Open

TENIS IS LIFE...THE REST IS MERE DETAILS

In the arms of an angel far away from here.....

Spend all your time waiting for that second chance

For the break that will make it OK

There's always some reason to feel not good enough

And it's hard at the end of the day

I need some distraction or a beautiful release

Memories seep from my veins

Let me be empty and weightless and maybe

I'll find some peace tonight

In the arms of the Angel far away from here

From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear

You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie

You're in the arms of the Angel;

may you find some comfort here

So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn

There's vultures and thieves at your back

The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies

That you make up for all that you lack

It don't make no difference, escaping one last time

It's easier to believe

In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness

That brings me to my knees

In the arms of the Angel far away from here

From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear

You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie

In the arms of the Angel;

may you find some comfort here

You're in the arms of the Angel;

may you find some comfort here