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    on Tuesday, February 14, 2006


    I finally caved in and bought this awesome cd.


    Thats right. I am a Stan Getz/Astrud Gilberto kinda gal. Sure, when im pissed off enough, i like to crank some "rage" rock. If im all moody, Coldplay just makes me feel worse but i like it. Masochism tendencies. lol But nothing beats chilling out to Jazz or Bossa Nova.

    The Brazillians totally get it.

    Love should feel make you feel light, peaceful and smile at the very thought of it.

    Someone to hold me tight
    That would be very nice
    Someone to love me right
    That would be very nice
    Someone to understand
    Each little dream in me
    Someone to take my hand
    To be a team with me

    So nice, life would be so nice
    If one day I'd find
    Someone who would take my hand
    And samba through life with me

    Someone to cling to me
    Stay with me right or wrong
    Someone to sing to me
    Some little samba song
    Someone to take my heart
    And give his heart to me
    Someone who's ready to
    Give love a start with me

    Oh yeah, that would be so nice
    I could see you and me, that would be nice


    Happy Valentine's Day to all.


    It exists to give you comfort, it is there to keep you warm.
    And in those times of trouble, when you are most alone.
    The memory of love will bring you home.

    Perhaps love is like a window, perhaps an open door.
    It invites to come closer, it wants to show you more.
    And even if you lose yourself and don't know what to do.
    The memory of love will see you through.

    Oh love to some is like a cloud, to some as strong as steel.
    For some a way of living, for some a way to feel.
    And some say love is holding on, and some say letting go.
    And some say love is everything, some say they don't know.

    Perhaps love is like the ocean, full of conflict, full of pain.
    Like a fire when it's cold outside, thunder when it rains.
    If I should live forever, and all my dreams come true.
    My memories of love will be of you.

    - "Perhaps Love" by John Denver



    Carina
    12:24:00 AM