Todos nós já tivemos sonhos ou desejos que abandonámos quando a nossa Vida e, em especial nós, mudámos. Outras vezes concretizamos sonhos que nos desiludem porque a ilusão era melhor do que a realidade. E há também os sonhos que parecem tão impossíveis que nem sequer nos atrevemos a sonhá-los.
Há outros sonhos que perduram pelo tempo e pela Vida fora e nos deixam com a Alma cheia.
Porque faz parte do meu Caminho, porque o caminho espiritual também se faz através da Alegria, da partilha e das nossas realizações pessoais… aqui ficam as imagens do meu sonho de 23 anos realizado ontem. Sem qualquer desilusão e continuando a sonhar com o próximo.
Ladies and Gentlemen… George Michael cantou ontem para 25 mil pessoas. Eu era uma delas e estava na segunda fila. Feliz e profundamente grata pela oportunidade de viver este sonho.

Don’t let them tell you who you are is not enough (An Easier Affair)

Praying for Time
(editada em 1990… e ainda tão actual)

These are the days of the open hand
They will not be the lastLook around now
These are the days of the beggars and the choosers

This is the year of the hungry man
Whose place is in the past
Hand in hand with ignorance
And legitimate excuses

The rich declare themselves poor
And most of us are not sure
If we have too much
But we’ll take our chances
Because god’s stopped keeping score
I guess somewhere along the way
He must have let us alt out to play
Turned his back and all god’s children
Crept out the back door

Hanging on to hope
When there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above say it’s much too late
Well maybe we should all be praying for time

These are the days of the empty hand
Oh you hold on to what you can
And charity is a coat you wear twice a year

This is the year of the guilty man
Your television takes a stand
And you find that what was over there is over here

So you scream from behind your door
Say “what’s mine is mine and not yours
“I may have too much but i’ll take my chances
Because god’s stopped keeping score
And you cling to the things they sold you
Did you cover your eyes when they told you

That he can’t come back
Because he has no children to come back for

It’s hard to love there’s so much to hate
Hanging on to hope when there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above say it’s much too late
So maybe we should all be praying for time

Em breve, as fotos do espectáculo.

Obrigada por estes momentos inesquecíveis, “Sardinhas” Ana F., Ana L., Bárbara, Vanessa e Sandra!

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